Eyes

I read somewhere

that the human eye is God’s loneliest creation

Deep, dark, and yet –

hollow

Eyes, that capture the first light of life

the last dimming before death

and all in between:

sweet mauve of spring lilacs

dusty swirls of summer hayracks

Frosted dew on Cadillacs

oh too quickly it all

Passes through our eyes

And dissolves

In the depths of each pupil

No trace of spring or summer

Of lover or daughter

Just eyes

That grow wary with the creases of time

Until we reach

An age where they no longer

Capture the complexities of today

But rather

The blur of tomorrow

Oh tomorrow

When our eyes may rest at last

And reopen only when

We wander among the clouds

In a world we call heaven

Stardusted heaven

Which like dandelions is only

Preserved in beauty mortal eyes can’t see

But can feel

Like dandelions it

Dies in the wind

But lives in the stars

Like eyes – Stars are eyes –

Nature’s greatest disguise

So what if

What if the streams and seas

Our loss and dreams

Are all captured too

By a million eyes above

Sparkling in death

After a final sigh of

Demise

But so beautifully preserved

Like a fossil

In our eyes

What if our whole lives

Are truly condensed in a moment

When we gaze above

And the stars look below

Time stops.

Our eyes become mere reflections

That hungrily absorb

Mirages of the universe

Crystalized in an orb

The specks of gold in yours

The swirls of brown in mine

In darkness too

Align

Then perhaps

Our eyes are more

Than portals of the soul

They are more

Than the jewels God stole

eyes

Are remnants of a galaxy

Man’s greatest fantasy

An apostrophe

In a circle

Lonely yet

Immortal