A Symbol

Colors and depths, shape
Responding to my gaze
Or not
Ignoring the weight I put on them
Because they are not real
A window
A door
A comparison
A symbol
Watching me as if they had divine right
They tell all my secrets
If I cannot sleep
Then I cannot lie
As touch meets touch
So too does look meet with liquid reflection
A three point star of onlookers
Who observe silently
Cloudy with a foreign intake
The salt tears that escape
And sometimes an inner light which shines them forward

The eyes become a vision.


Kelsi Dick

©1998

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