Some are round
Some are oval
Some brown, blue, black, green, yellow

And all colors in between
As a lace to the window of the Soul

We look at them all day
We see, yet we don’t see
We see, what we can’t perceive

In moments of bliss
We catch a glimpse of the Soul’s expressions

All through the eyes

The eyes,
A window to the Soul
A world so vast
We can’t comprehend
A world of happiness, sadness, grief, joy

All hidden inside
A world of unfolding mysteries
Telling tales of past, present & future

Through the eyes
Love is expressed

Tenderness is held in regard

Bliss is felt
The Soul is home to stay.