I’ve been around for long enough,
Watched the eyes of many people—
Ten thousand eyes times ten thousand,
Some filled with love, some with fear or grief.
With guilt or shame, eyes avoid my glance.
A few eyes are green and others brown or blue.
Eyes of the elderly are often clouded
From age or cataracts that block the light.
Other eyes are curious and brightly open wide.
At night, all eyes are tired and wish for sleep.
I’ve seen your eyes before.
I know your eyes as though I gaze
Deep within your inner soul—
For one brief moment hold you tenderly
Before you blink and walk away.