Those eyes of yours possess so much more than you like to admit.
Housing the most profound surges of umber hues and hints of golden halos.
Even the Angels themselves bring forth their hands to admire them.
Concealing stories with no endings sided by bits of grim chapters.
Just look a little closer and you'll see traces of hope so slight yet so blinding, I pray that you never lose that.
Those eyes of yours have witnessed mine scan the lands that we call our home.
Watching carefully as the freezing winds send tears to flood my eyes.
It's the most natural form of diamonds when the droplets embellish them so.
Do you often wonder why the world seems to radiate through my gaze?
Those eyes of yours, so tender but often uncertain.
Tranquil or perhaps terrified.
Yes, I have seen the pain that pierces though your exquisite soul.
Though do not worry, for I have survived the same spear that punctured mine.
Your eyes tend to express it all when your lips cannot speak.
And when they grow ceaselessly heavy, rest them and I will still be here once they open.
YOU ARE READING
Whispering Words
Poetry"Each poem that stems from my fingertips will root themselves into this book. Sweet or bitter, they will remain here for my readers to enjoy".
