Crying Eyes

Those coffee wells, shading secrets Softened by a troubled frown Hollering the words that cannot be uttered For this silence speaks the loudest sound. To watch the mundane of life churn With a bat of the eye and a bow of the head An outlook is given, on sound perceived Nobody fully understands Of the ponderous thoughts Coursing through her shadowed mind Though on occasion Those cues come rolling of that tongue And we glimpse at the sight of secrecy. With every year that slips A vast seven plummet. The hourglass tilts Hollering the words that cannot be uttered Silence in its glory thrives To blaze fire in those crying eyes.