Much is made of the human eye- <br />often said to be the soul's window pane- <br />but I <br />wonder what is seen when <br />eye meets eye; <br />what then are the soul's contents <br />conveyed.? <br /> <br />Do we see turmoil or joy, <br />grief or fear, <br />are these then our surmise <br />of the soul's moods, <br />its glees, and discontents? <br /> <br />When I peer <br />I see these things <br />but I waver at seeing them as maps to the soul contents <br />although I admit they might be. <br /> <br />But carefully look next time if you will <br />and you'll see as I do <br />that each eye has it's own identity. <br /> <br />One left most <br />is often glassy bright <br />but opaque; <br />But the other one often carries <br />a sad look or is somnambulant; <br />and not alert <br />as its leftward mate. <br /> <br />Some most beautiful orbs <br />have blue, green, brown or black <br />stares and specks in them <br />and present themselves to be almost unreadable. <br /> <br />But discombobulate one from the other <br />as I have <br />and you'll soon see <br />eyes most often give you alternate sides of the human soul; <br />one can be hard as iris marble <br />the other shy and retreating, <br />giving the person who danes to look <br />a sense of conflicted-ness <br />between aggressiveness <br />and shy retreat. <br />What then is the characterization of this soul <br />to be, fight and flee? <br /> <br />So I stand confused <br />on the deck of my ship <br />peering through my eye lenses; <br />what manner then is the eye examined? <br /> <br />As I closer peer <br />I realize <br />my <br />human I <br />puts into play four window panes <br />your two and mine; <br />and mine are very likely to see <br />whatever they will <br />as two souls combine <br />giving us <br />a mix <br />not visible <br />to either <br />you <br />or <br />either eye.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eye-mixing/
