Eyes

Your smile is a lie
Your laugh is a lie
Your mouth is a lie.

But your eyes, yeah,
your eyes,
they never tell a lie.

Look away, look at me at deeply,
look at another, or at
me with disdain.

A broken dirty window to the soul
to climb through into you.
But I don't wish to get cut.

The rules of you are a fickle thing at best,
written on a chalkboard always soon to be erased
and replaced anew.

Your eyes always give fair warning, like the
lighthouse as it swings around 360 degrees,
as I bob and  bounce in my little boat offshore.

The signal is clear in your gaze
or lack thereof

It's crystalline blue.
and bright.

And will light my way out of this
maze that is you.


Philip Wardlow 2015