Eyes

by

Rick Bandy

A glancing blow catching my stare.
They turn their searchlight gaze on me.
Eyes of molten blue porcelain
Fascinate and capture me.
Speechless I watch.

At once they show caution,
Their shield against my prying,
And open passion,
Mercurial kaleidoscopes.

Curious, I wait, hoping
The waters will still,
Revealing their depths
For I fear drowning in them.

They playfully promise and deny
Scorch and draw me back again
My stricken gape sparks a smile
Breaking their surface, sending ripples
That radiate across her face.

They turn away.
In that moment of drawn shade privacy
I see the age.
Lines of laughter,
Tracks of tears,
Childlike mirth..

The lights flash back on.
Those eyes know.

I am haunted and powerless.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at flower
by: J. M. Rose
from: Sydney, NSW, Australia

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