The Big Eyes
Be it day or night
ever open it is;
growing dark or bright,
The big eyes never cease.
Seeing all is Her might,
loosing not Her glance in the breeze
but only come to ireful weeping fright
for any drying sea.
Saints doth make it bright,
standing upright to their service,
all is but open to Her sight;
excluding not the secret phiz.
Something doth keep me straight
for bad upcoming peels off,
all like peels of yam
and free I always be as overflowing water.
What a revealer the BIG eyes is!
As slumber rides in man,
Never does it ride the BIG eyes
for they're but contrasts;
division of flesh and spirit.
The sun shines to the earth,
In open and secret it does;
The tranquil breeze breathe breath to earth
whistling a bit of the BIG eyes.
White and black deeds she sees
The bounty of actions from head to toe;
why do we not with conscience live
all going ipso facto.
Copyright © Oladoyin Micheal | Year Posted 2018
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