Imperfection

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder    
Near the iris a sight of blue that is colder

A view to the soul gives the glance    
Seeing in most the lack of a chance

The closer we are to the color within    
An in-depth look as a cover defends

A breath in without saying a word  
Time within the vision is fundamentally blurred 

A window that keeps the spirit intact  
A pupil restricted speaks to the fact 

Behind the retina a shade of fear    
The closer we come to those that are near

Suspicion is clear in the white of the eyes Learned through experience and the webs that tie 

A glimpse to see what is coming to you 
The absence of trust can be seen too

A penny for the thoughts that hide in the mind With a lessened effort from the heart we find

Lids cover the retina protection as we weep 
A peek at a glance of comfort in a moment to reap

Vivid images help to see all that is meant  
A life filled with worry a soul in contempt 

The lens brings the light to the eye in a day Shadows from yesterday are never far away

The eyes tell a story of ones that we know 
Lost in a way outside of their glow

Healing in time to mend the connection  
Pieces to be gathered in a life of imperfection