The
eyes are to see
To
look and give a glimpse of a view –
Sun
rise, sun set;
To
notice, gaze and steer at a sight,
To
observe and perceive
The
trees and the leaves -
Because
we can eyewitness
Today
and tomorrow, and the days after it,
And
spot the characters and scenes
Of
the real-life documentary
Observed
and preserved in the me-mo-ry.
I
love my eyes:
I
can open and close them.
I
can blink and sparkle,
And
I can wink and twinkle.
My
eyes can shine –
They
never lie
And
sometimes, they even have light!
Beside,
my eyes can stand long in any face -fight.
Sometimes,
my eyes can cry:
A
fear, a shed tear, and a trace of smile
From
my eyes –
Called
‘smiling eyes.’
Did
I mentioned the glasses,
Little
eyes’ helpers?
I
love the eyes’ shield
Sheltering
the wrinkles
And
guarding the age.
His
eyes are dark brown
As
old-tree bark
Brown
as dark chocolate
Shiny
as brown polished shoes –
You
can get lost in the deepness of lines –
Opposed
attractiveness
And
magnetism of eyes –
His
eyes are dark
As
black coffee cup.
The
dark brown eyes of his
Are
all the above,
‘Fete
de la vision’
For
the dear eyes
And
vision sharper as ice,
Stronger
as eagle’s watch.
Cheers! We cheering and clapping
For
the outlook success!
Written in May of 2014 by Ida Tomshinsky
