Eyes

Eyes
Are said to be a window,
To what lies within,
To the secrets that try
To stay hidden.

Colors
Shine and reflect with what
they’re holding, with what
They’re feeling. Seen
by those who care to look.

Shapes
Work inside, allowing them to
See outside, bringing the world
To their heart. Letting them decide
Who, or what, to believe.

Waiting
To see, to find another,
A complimentary color, shape,
Who looks into the window,
But finds a mirror instead.