Those All Seeing Eyes

Those seeing eyes, those all seeing eyes.

They are there to love, and there to cry.

Through those eyes , sometimes there is a mist.

Of lids that shut, without being kissed.

Reflecting loneliness, like the mirror they are.

Searching heavens for that one shining star.

Eyes in vacant and devoid stare, deep contemplation.

The gateway to the soul ,reflecting owners expectation.

Sometimes eyes reflect so well.

An internal feeling, perhaps of an empty shell.

But are capable of showing, such great elation.

And are the packaging to heart, sometimes frustration.

They see our world from a unique perspective.

They show humbleness, regret and even