Eyes

But when you see her
Eyes
Do you ever wonder
What they’ve
Seen?
Sunsets and burnt bridges,
Demons dressed in white linen.
Has she ever seen
Butterflies escape
The grasp of tiny fists?
Does she know its possible?
The words she wrestles
Aren’t quite what she means
And her voice quivers, quakes.
Rainbows scour the skies
Blues, yellows, violets
Grays, blacks, blood reds.
Does she see it?
Her ears paralyzed by sound,
Lips glued shut,
Eyes
Open wide, vibrant story-filled
Eyes.