My Eyes

From a flick of a moment, at the blink of my eyes, the light was stolen straight from my eyes. As a baby, they were big and hopeful. As a child, they danced a joyous dance. Making them unidentifiable to the human eye, making them wonder, what color are your eyes? From a flick of a moment, at the blink of my eyes, the light shined brightly straight from my eyes. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, my gateway was wide open, open to all to see the performance, of my soul dancing magnificently. But at a flick of a moment, at the blink of my eyes, from the words that were said, the light was stolen straight from my eyes. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, mine is now a prison, locked up tightly, to the soul of a person, you can not find. But if you so must, want to try. Just know that in the pupil of my eye, there is a soul, looking for the center of my eye.