Eyes look out, eyes look in

Can you really see my soul?

Can I really see yours?

 

I peer out from a sea of green

The color may cast the view —

of  a light and airy  hue.

 

Ides of March dates my birth

I used to name it the Eyes –

Stretching mine large and wide.

 

I wonder if there’s more than sight

Through the eyes that we are given

Do we also get God’s vision?

 

Eyes look out, eyes look in

Do they have another role…

To find each other’s soul?