The Eyes
The eyes are always watching
every night every day
They want to know who’s talking
to know just what
they’ll say
As sight begins to clear
A silent revelation;
hearing’s not done with the ear
To see all of what they feared
Swept away memories cleared
Could they possibly move forward
after what they thought was plight
seeing a New Dawn
after a Dark Knight
Faces they turn upward
as the dark begins to fade
Nothing left to show for evil’s vengeful ways
Take off your false eyes
See what’s beholden to you
A life to call worth living
A life that is the truth.
~Odalys M.~
02.2023.01
Grace C Chacón León
2aIs it possible to find a Life that IS the truth? I do not expect It to be found, although It could exist. It looks like that, in its perfection, It would be silent and hidden. And full of music and flowers. I enjoy your poetry...
Introverted Sage
2a@Grace C Chacón León I think if more people worked at living truthful lives, it could one day exist. How you describe it, is exactly how it could exist now. Silent knowings between people, within nature, with sound. The silence holding the music and painting pictures in our minds. Thank you for your kind words 🪶