His eyes are dark green,
Encapsulated by a tired pair
Of scarred lids. They are often
Filled with energy, opened W i d e
To see as much of his world as possible.
I have seen them squint in Vivacious laughter,
Uncontrollable. I have seen them close harshly ,
Sheltering from of
themselves storms sadness
And dis
apoint
ment.
They have stared in Wondrous Awe,
Laid loosely in Love. His brow has
shaded them in Anger, split my So/ul
In careful contemplation. Nothing has
T O SE
S D ME,
Soothed Me,
Or Taught Me,
Like the Eyes of my Brother.