Angel Eyes
The world of superficial beauty,
the world of the common man
who passes judgment on the surface only,
the world that’s entrenched in his mind,
leads him away from the essence of true beauty,
of the angels that smile through the eyes,
who lighten up the dreary rooms
and speak as soft as the melodious zephyrs
with the tongue of the saints
and away from saintly eyes disregarded by
the imperfections of beauty.
Angel eyes seep into the soul of the hated
and place a wreath of peace on their doorstep,
bringing them to the threshold of divine beauty.
They dive straight to the heart of man
and wash away the hatred
that festered in his soul.
They conjure up all the good in him
that was hidden by the superficial beauty,
of what beauty meant to him,
that became his inspiriter.
The profound eyes of beauty
have the power in them to
penetrate the surface of man
and show him his superficial desires
and then lead him to
the world of true beauty.
