The Eyes
Eyes peering like stars in the night-
Pinholes in onyx souls.
Infant eyes wild
Like promises ricocheting off sanctuary walls.
Searching with innocence,
Wide with wonder.
Angry eyes bulging bitter
Red with pain.
Piercing, with the passion of hatred,
Blind to beauty.
Old eyes still.
Content.
Full with knowledge consumed and digested.
Stable.
Steady.
Tired.
Eyes moving in waves of confusion down concrete waterways.
Searching.
Unseeing.
Pointed and direct.
Oblivious to the obvious.
Aware of one passionate vision-
No rest.
No peace.
Pursuit.
The eyes of the age not seeing.
The eyes of the age not searching.
The eyes of the age dry,
Blurred,
Fixed.
Moving.
Pressing.
Consuming.
The souls of the hungry seeking fullness in a world ignored.
Love unseen.
Life unseen.
Eyes shut for eternity.
Copyright © Christopher Rogers | Year Posted 2010
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