The History of Eyes
When we wrap our mind around a look,
a certain askance chance of
being on the outside
searching, imagining, wondering,
yet, always knowing we will need clarity,
for it is their own,
it is a state of mind sort of thing,
a recognized yearn to identify just what we are,
in the glance of an eye.
Add the smile, the pensive notion,
a downward glance, perhaps straight ahead,
though a picture may be worth so many avenues,
we are left alone
to be the architect of who we might wish to be,
or even still,
that is the look we could not imagine,
until we became that quiet resonant,
still life moment.
Oh to understand the picture speaks,
the slight reflection or is it a damp reminder
of our privacy,
the inner spoken reality of an internal mind,
caught in the moment,
the flash of light gives a spectacular grace
to this element of sweet sombre sensuality.
For it is she that holds the picture
in my hand while I imagine the elegance
of her own quiet being, suggests peace
will find its way inside the waiting rain.