My Eyes Are Veiled
My eyes are veiled
No hint of wild seduction
No hungry look of passion
No gleam of admiration
No twinkle of satisfaction
My eyes are veiled
Nothing from my soul passes through
The curtains of this window are drawn
I peek through unseeing
Colorblind to the hues
Selective of the view
I peek unseeing
My eyes refuse to betray me
Veiled by wet black lashes
That dam my tears
The salt of surfaced fears
My eyes are veiled
I will not unveil
Not my eyes
Not my dress
Impervious to caress
Burka bondaged am I
Passion urges, I deny
My eyes are veiled…
My lashes will part
Eyes revealing my heart
My soul will lay bare
Exposed without care
For the one
Whose love is true
Tell me,
is that someone...
You?
Eileen Manassian
A word of caution: The beauty of poetry is that there is inherent mystery in it. That's why we ask our students this question: "What do you THINK the author meant?" Do we ever truly know? If we did...there wouldn't be so many books written by authors trying to decipher Shakespeare's mind...trying to determine who the mistress was that he wrote about...who was the young youth that he idolized. Did he have homosexual tendencies? If we were to know all of this...he poems would lose that sense of wonder. Let the mystery remain mysterious...
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
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