Eyes Are An Instrument

Such a story can be told from a glimpse into one’s eyes From unrequited sadness to joy that the sweetest words defy Blue to green and in-between, the colors dance in patterns so serene A beauty immeasurable in mere words, only expressed in poetic verse The soul’s light shines bright in complex orbs that give us sight But such belies the tales told within of experiences both wonderful and sad Of tears cried in happiness, seamless bliss, or sorrow kissed, through good and bad Eyes can grant a vision of present, future, or past, as fast as a seductive spell cast So take part in a glance at one’s heart, let ring a song in harmonious part For eyes are an instrument, calm and pure, the soul the conductor, the heart the lure