The myths of time have spoken <br />Of creatures who can see <br />In every known direction <br />On land and far off sea <br /> <br />They speak of porters vigils <br />Of those who never sleep <br />Of mighty feats of courage <br />Of eyes that can not weep <br /> <br />They mention acts of treason <br />Of kindness and of hate <br />Of awesome transformation <br />To form a tempting bait <br /> <br />They tell of royal peacocks <br />Whose grand resplendent sprays <br />Are spread with eyes of Argos <br />In watchful feathered gaze <br /> <br />Today those myths are fables <br />Some silly, idle tales <br />But is there something watching <br />From preening peacock tails?<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-of-argos/
