A tribute to my cautious hazel eyes;
 alert and discern for portent,

watchful, calculating yet telling,
depicting my demeanour as prudent.
Without their faculty and grace,
I’d be shielded yet hindered and trapped.
I’d rather be see-through when vigilant;
than be blind with my enigma intact.

A tribute to my informative hazel eyes;
my soul’s observatory out.
Their rings remain in orbit
as their centers move about.
They detail me my surroundings,
the gateway to what I see,
but they also let the outside in,
to see what's really inside of me.

A tribute to my emotive hazel eyes;
describing beauty that's all around.
The Adonis that is my woman,
to landscapes and views that astound.
They are the entrance to a world
that only I can feel.
The exit to my lived reality
or what I would pertain is real.

A tribute to my simple hazel eyes,
 only seeing what’s now and present;
providing me real time perspective,
regardless of how unpleasant.
I can’t hide through shutting them tight,
although visual horrors I’d miss;
their best talent is sometimes not seeing at all
as ignorance can truly be bliss.

                  Copyright. 2009-2010 James Francis