eyes tell stories

eyes tell stories

but do they know how
to craft fiction?
do they know how to spin

lies?

His eyes swear forever,
flatter with vows of only
me. But are they empty

promises?

I stare into his eyes, as
into a crystal ball, but
I cannot find forever,

only

movies of yesterday
a sketchbook of today,
dreams of a shared

tomorrow

His eyes whisper secrets.
But are they truths or fairy tales?
I wonder if even he

knows.

- a poem by eden streit