Eyes

Gleaming and glittering with the brilliance of stars,
Or glistening and glowing like green emeralds,
Some shimmering and rippling like the crystal blue ocean,
Others still and mysterious like the dark gray clouds of a thunder storm
And some ever changing
All pieces to the stained glass window of the soul

Swimming with the ghosts of the past,
Or shining with the wishes of the future
Revealing emotional scars
And hidden secrets
A communication
That uses no noise,
no words,
or sound
The lover’s lust
And the mothers love
The father’s sternness
And the brothers mischief
A grandma’s care
And a grandpa’s warmth
A friend’s trust
And an enemies hate
A husband’s apology
And a wife’s forgiveness
A couple’s connection
And a companions fear
All found within
The stained glass windows of the soul

Never aging like the wrinkling of skin
Or the silvery color of hair
Only aging in wisdom,
With the spark of youth ever present
And the fervent fire of passion
Never fading.
These stained glass windows to the soul

Deceit
Honesty
Love
Peeking from within the windows
Although a bright smile upon the face
Depression opens the windows
and lets the soul pour forth
Strong and brute adorn the outside
but pain and weakness preside within the windows

The eyes
Windows of stained glass,
Some shattered
Some beautiful
Some envious
And some dry
Some soaked
And some cracking
but
All are stained glass windows to the soul