Her Gray Eyes

Eyes wide open

splashed with life

the purest throat

sang a curious song

new to the air


the child’s gray eyes,

built with pencil lead

and the pebbles of a bridge

silver like a song,

refused to close


And close they did not.

They sped across book pages

Across the sky

and the world

Sponges of the universe

Were the eyes of this girl


her gray eyes grew to

shimmer with secrets

They were gems of deception

Cries for freedom

ringing in fog


And maybe one time

she’ll sing a curious song

cry secrets from her soul

with eyes beaming

like rain washed streets

wide open yet again


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