my thousand shut eyelids
all purple and swollen
my eyes are creeking, grimacing and sneezing
with every light that enters the green
the grey the blue the red
it has seen more than most have seen
than you have lived
and she hath dreamed
for him to lie
as she goes to sleep
my eyes they flash
spilling secrets they scream
and without recognition
we pass day by day
pretending not to notice
the creases in which we layed
and often rebuking ourselves we display
my eyes
behind glass
they shall always stay.