TALKING EYES 

By Fred Varden

 

Each time those sparkling emeralds are observed a different story

unfolds before me.

  Unfolding before me a different story.

 

A tale of intrigue today perhaps

or mystery tomorrow?

Brow furled or unfurled, eyeliner or eye

shadow, to disguise truths hidden within?

     Disguised within are hidden truths  

 

There are days when the real personality peeps through eyes so beautiful

But on other occasions proffering sadness and sympathy, but without asking or giving indication, just transparent human nature.

        Human nature can be transparent 

 

To enquire as to her state of mind or body would endanger any true friendship one feels, silence is therefore indeed golden in situations of a most delicate nature, and in any case, to upset this dream maker would be incorrect, as well as underserved.

Yes very much so

          Incorrect and undeserved 

 

I will continue to gaze covertly into those twin lakes of Caribbean amber, pools of inscrutable mystique lying within.

Lying within is an inscrutable mystique 

 

Offering her respect and admiration by not reacting or crossing the line of friendship

  A friendship line should not be crossed

 

Even if one inappropriate word were uttered in genuine flattering fashion

It could be an unrecoverable situation 

Therefore, let her eyes continue to talk and excite me

Excite and talk, talk and excite

        her eyes excite

             her eyes excite

                    excite

                          excite.