Below the Eyebrows,Windows

Beneath the eyebrows, windows. When I was a child- fresh of life; Seasons flew past my watching, Mountains of newness grew before me- -And I conquered Everest... Ran like the wind, Now; Taken like an autumn leaf- Weathered and ready for composting; They give us mood, gesticulation; Always moving, eyes are on us- Tell me a story of your ways; what did you see? Just now or many years ago. Windows- To earth, arriving home Sitting on its clay- waiting Watching- Beneath the eyebrows, Through windows fixed once, So I could continue to see my view; A way of life- real and lived in full. These I will leave to watch over you, My spirit and soul are my vision now.