My response to a challenge CJ gave me a couple of weekends ago-to write a poem about someone’s eyes for her. I hope this works, CJ. 😉
The Windows To His Soul
By Jesi Scott
“They say that the eye is the window to the soul. But it is the soul that is the window.”
Oh, to swim in that crystal ocean,
So clear and deep and sea-blue
You can see to the bottom;
See the sun shining on clear days,
And watch the storm clouds gather
And cast shadows over the waves.
Oh, to sink beneath the waters
And feel the strength of the current;
let it sweep you in its might
to be washed upon the shore,
or dashed against the rocks-
to feel your life restored.
Oh, to drown in the ocean’s soul
And be baptized and reborn,
A castaway found and rescued;
To see his soul and thus appraise,
To look through his windows
And feel the warmth of his gaze.