~ Close enough

to share one breath;

in to me (you) see.

Your eyes reflect

the image back,

of love

(be)holding me.

A halo of steel circles widening in a blue oasis that quiver during sad movies and blink out droplets of the sea. You lick the salt away and wipe them one by one. A black hue has formed, caking up your crystal views and clouding the horizons. You close them gently. They are protected in a delicate compartment full of candy land dreams & diamond caviar. Once they reopen they will shine bright and cast out shades of cognac blue, surrounded by a myriad of black fringe. And nothing will stop them from giving you clarity, perception and a new life -except you.

something has taken ov’r

where did it come from?

full of so much pow’r

somewhat alien being~

Dark piercing eyes—

burning with a crimson hue

the being utters:

-“i’m here for your soul!”

#LesYeux.

The window to the soul

Some a never ending hole

Some are an icy blue

Oh what a wonderful hue

Those that are the color of grass

Shine more brilliantly than glass

The orbs of the warmest brown

Could easily flip the most stubborn frown

Anthony furrowed his brow. His cheeks crinkled, lips pursed. The turban wrapped around his skull slipped forward as he nodded vigorously. "Good, good. Open just a bit wider, please."

Timothy huffed and pushed up his eyelids with fingers. "I can't!"

"That's perfect."

The tent was dark, with purple drapes and carpets laid out strategically. A crystal ball swirled languidly between the two men, their only source of light. Timothy saw no change in its speed or consistency, but suddenly Anthony sat up straight and grinned, looking between the ball and Timothy's eyes.

"Your cat is eight years old!"

Groaning, Timothy fell back into his seat and rubbed his eyes. "That's it? Seriously? Tony, nobody is going to believe that you're an actual fortune teller. Just cut your losses. Besides, you already knew about my cat. It doesn't count."

"No, no. I saw a funny looking swirl that made an eight, and after that, the outline of a cat's whiskers and ears! It's definitely a sign."

"Then why in the world were you having me open my eyes so wide? You were only looking at the ball thingy."

Anthony frowned and huffed. "Duh. The eyes are the window to the soul."

The windows to the soul

What if the shutters are closed

What if they can look but cannot see

What if they meet too much tragedy

What if they saw what no others could see

What if they blinked and saw nothing but

puffy white clouds and a long white goatee