it is true.
the eyes really are
a window to one's soul,
but have you ever seen
their hands ?
with veins full of passion,
with delicate lightnings of age,
with roads and webs of life,
capable of creating,
of giving birth to art,
of feeling the warmth of the light,
of sensing the deep power of water,
of being controlled by feelings.
oh, how they shudder of fear,
how they lose blood and colour when
in love
or how they turn red of cold
or of anger.
bless them,
for they offer shape
to our mind's beautiful demons.

-May Colde