Eyes

You eyes speak of secrets you hid

Deep at the center of your soul

And of memories of those lonely afternoons

You sat quietly under the shade of the willow tree

At the bottom of your garden

Contemplating the mysteries of human relationships

Human absence

Now when I think of the things your eyes saw

I cry with the knowing of it

I wish you could have found a way before

To speak of these things

Before the bell tolled for you

And that final terrible dawn

Led you deeper and deeper

Into the forest of darkness

this is written using the prompt eyes from a writing challenge that I came across 6 weeks ago