Don’t ask me why
My eyes reflect the light
Turning blue to the sky
Or black to the night
Don’t ask me why
They reflect the forlorn
They dance they tingle they cry
They sleep they breathe they scorn
Sleep calls to them
It closes them
The morning rises with them
I awake
To the grey mirror
Its stingy ash shade
I blink and rustle
Adjust and open
And gaze
My eyes
Have seen
All I have seen
They are not grey
Like the icy winds
They are not blue like the calm sky in a summer’s day
They are not orange like fires my spirit has danced too
They are not deep like the vast oceans
They are not floating like the soft heavens
They do not glimmer
They do not shine
Here in this dull bathroom
But when I am alive
So are they
Except here
In this dull bathroom
With its faded walls
And
Faded mirror
My eyes are green