Gloomy, dreamy eyes will you deep dive into its ocean of uncertainty or stay safe ashore?
8-Word Stories #37
Nature, a balm for eyes bruised by concrete.
Of a Book
Read the same lines
Over and over.
With cold hands and a numb mind
I walked to unwind.
Dull red and brilliant blue
Were the colours that came through..
From bars and her shiny eyes.
She glanced at me cold as ice
Then went amiss
Into the shadows of the night.
Like a stray I drifted away
Into the coldness of her familiar sight.
Did you watch me – watching you?
She let her eyes linger on him.
There was a silence in the air
Only a sweet hum of a bird
Winds rustled the fallen leaves
They walked past each other
With heads held down.
Eyes of a Stranger
Those wide eager eyes,
Relentlessly peering into mine,
Tirelessly seeking for answers,
From the depths of my soul.
I look warily
Not giving away so easily
There’s uncertainty and reluctance
So to hide the brimming emotions
I blink and look away.
Your eyes seem to do a lot of talking
Then why the silence?
When you do speak
Why do you not say what you mean?