His eyes never lie
At least they try
They don’t disguise
and never cry

They are the door
to his fragile soul
Like a secret passage
just a tiny hole

His soul  twinkles
coup de main
Like a sprinkle
not the rain

It is gentle
and it is frail
Like the wind
with no trail

His eyes never lie
and his soul too
They make me smile
when I feel blue

They raise me up
far from the floor
They make me dream
and wish for some more