Some eyes only stare.
Most, look away.
The rest sleep in death,
And a few, they communicate.
Through a language unknown,
Through curtains and glares,
Though only a lens,
Some blood---
The rest only synapses.
Some truth it reflects.
They imprint on the veins.
You shall never forget,
The realities you witness.
Flooding your eyes,
With answers you need to accept.
Hallucinations,
Nothing, but only illusions.
You shall remember them too---
For they lead to what lies on the other end.
Mistakes you will make,
People you will have to watch walk away.
Like a storm that invites the rain,
Like a frozen dragonfly,
Your eyes will burn in that flame---
Flames of wonder,
As the facades melt away.
Flames of vacuum,
As their real faces corrode your stare.
You will learn through your walks,
All along, a million miles.
You will rise and you will fall,
And yet, keep walking…
Behold them all!
Unknown, undefined.
These eyes, they have their own way.
A finite infinity,
Beyond all eternities,
The sight that you touch,
Of darkness and light,
You must treasure them all,
In good days and bad times.
And don’t hinder your vision!
It’s not only a lens,
Don’t look and then look away,
For they are only blind for another day.
Leaving behind a diverging trail.
What shall remain,
Is the choice you make---
One road down,
Those eyes close forever.
Another path followed,
These eyes change colour.
Whichever you choose,
You cannot escape---
A never-ending search,
Of sights never beheld.
Lumps in the throat,
A sting in the spine,
For what could have been,
Shall die unseen…