Eyes

Why do the windows of your soul —
Their blue slight a jealous sky —
Entangle and disarm in a glimpse,
Like a shiver, like a hearts cry,
And the man is a child once more,
Lost where the truth and the lie,
Blend bittersweet.

Why do the soft gelatin spheres —
Their shine pales the golden ore —
Exude endless pain and reproach,
Loved and lost and loved once more,
A child adrift on the rolling sea,
Intersects the wound at the very core,
Of all that is.

Why do your eyes in lock with mine —
Their depth an ocean none can plumb —
Both reveal a truth and conceal a lie,
Both warm my heart and make me numb?
A pilgrim lost in a cretinous crusade,
Unsure of what the dream has become,
In eventide's shadow.