These Eyes
Windows open to a constant view
Sometimes green, gray, or blue
Their colors changing throughout the day
As your moods seem to stray
A reference to your passing thought
Looking for a memory that can’t quite be caught
The soul’s doorway to the living
A gift that is forever giving
Catching light and casting spells
Holding on to what one never tells
Sending words with a simple glance
Then drifting off into a blissful trance
These eyes are blessings that can make you cry
Or smile when closed forever for one last goodbye.
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