VISION

Eyes that wonder, eyes that wander,

Eyes that change the color of time

Promote the interest of all who share

The things they capture so sublime.

The eyes elude even the clever snare

They cause thought without thought to spare

And give hope to those who ponder

And listen to those who show they care.

Oh how great are those great eyes,

Which calm the spirit and spirit thought,

Enhancing our lives about life's stream,

Storing in memory just a glance they've caught:

Of beauty, laughter, the midnight dream.

How clear they see the future; 'twould seem

They were there not here, I hypothesize

They conjure ideas even as they deem.

Superficially scrutable or inscrutable the eyes may be,

But never insincerity shall they ever hide,

From others who search the depths they reign

Or the heights whereupon emotions glide,

Nor blanket a person's heartfelt pain.

For whether within or without, they can't restrain

The pity they exude nor their cosmic empathy.

They're a constant force preempting life as their domain.

Even as we use our eyes, so the blind use theirs:

To see the things we want to see, to miss things we don't;

And as the deaf may choose to hear,

So those who hear may choose they won't,

But none can neglect the truth is near

When again the eyes begin to peer

Into the darkness as future errs

And past and present repeat in yet another year.

Caution is sifted now through bloodshot eyes

Burdened by the dust, unsettled once again,

Seeking water on the ground and places from on high,

Begin to well by draining from very deep within.

Cheeks become as salterns (the end of time draws nigh),

The meek now weary breathe a hearty sigh

Then, in hope, pursue a welcome guise,

To wash away the salt once more, and eyes begin to cry.

Dr Stuart McCutcheon   ©  2012