Windows Of The Soul

They are the windows of the soul, With roller blinds above, Eyes opened up, grant new insights, Still tantalised by love, Such that they dilate at the glimpse Of new flesh to devour, While watching bodies to and fro, As they pass by each hour... They are the windows of the soul, They help us choose our food, With instinctive fresh decisions Until they change their mood... One day you're in, one day you're out, One day you're in-between... But pretty soon, beyond a doubt, Watch out when they turn mean! They are the windows of the soul, The poet's faithful friends, For such as these still dream at night, Despite each day that ends... And in those dreams, the truth's revealed, The secrets there unfold, With nothing sacred still concealed, Beware what you behold! They are the windows of the soul, Imagination's spurs, With recollections in the brain Reflecting what occurs... Twinkling with each new happiness, Alerting us of fears, The 20-20 blessings stare, Outpouring all our tears... They are the windows of the soul, That's why they mean so much, To complete our bodies' senses, Emotions they can touch... They see our friends and families, They see our lives so far... Right up to here, right up to now, So we know who we are... Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.