23. The Longing Eyes
The eyes long to see the lost sight
But the lids embrace the eyes tight.
The tiny drops peep out from within
But dare not come out and be seen.
In skepticism the inky brows raise
And the passion within stays ablaze.
In the lids the lashes are embedded
And hold tears from being cascaded.
That sight does flash in the inward eye.
The lids then bow down but bid no bye.
