Through the Bird's Eye
Frigid air with icy sky, and there sitting--
a glow. Diamond eyes and ruby feathers,
with crystalline webs of thought above,
here perches a bird on a wire swing,
observant is this caged thing.
A look now, glance, gleaming glint--
spark gone unnoticed. But focus now,
an idea spreading, beyond the cage pouring
images and mind-paths and connected twines,
from a glint in the eyes of thine.
Through one eye seen a stronger hero--
fool hardy though he be. Blindly dashing,
and often crashing, daringly barging through,
a fighter, this one, dauntless, battle on,
though battles be there? Answer: none.
Through tother eye seen a doubting stranger--
though many friends has he. Constantly fearing,
and never believing, wary of the shallow floor,
afraid is this one, holding back, never forward,
nervous about what hes traveling towards.
The eyes flash once and here the conclusion
neither judgment or sentencing is this. A mere theory,
a possible reality, through the eyes of a watching b