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
