Laughing Eyes

Eyes have a language of their own They tell a different tale Yours speak a different dialect As you smile, grave and frail I want to know what they say I want to hear them talk But words are not the same for eyes They rather walk than talk They prefer the silent gestures As revelations from the heart Revealed in quick glances A flicker of the light That show the heat of passion Empathy that reaches stone Love that stretches out cold hands While your feet carry me home.