My Eyes

It hurts to say brown, naturally you start to think normal
Normally wide, open, looking out to look in,
In the same way the master peers from his seat,
Seated above mountains, still looking higher up,
Up until he can't see any more, nothing left

Left wondering why you ever wanted them
They found you, you didn't even have to move,
Moved that you looked inwards and saw them there
There was a time they wanted to remain there, quiet
Quietly closing so yours could open

Open to the idea you propped and prodded,
Prodding at the lids that have kept you safe for so long
Longing for sunlight, a chance to know,
Know, not guess, at what the outside holds
Holding, however, to the warm darkness

Dark eyes, yours, this I should have seen
Seen them a hundred times but never looked
Looking for the shine of mine but never needing
Need, I have now, for a better word than novelty
Novels are written on these times

Time won't tell, it will only remember
Remember how they looked at you
You only wanted them too look, not see
See now that I can't let you have this
This is why I can't let you have my eyes.