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.