Eyes

I looked into the glass,
At a pair of eyes ,
I felt no time pass,
While I craved that colour , shape and size.

I felt a surge of passion ,
For that one sight ,
Which confirmed my vision,
And its sad plight.

What sights hath it seen,
What sights hath it praised,
What dangers hath it been,
And glared till it ceased.

I felt gratitude at its sight,
It’s kind soft look,
To one else it gave sight,
At city ,vale and brook.

What miracle hath it been,
To I have been blessed,
An Angel’s boon,it does mean,
To make me feel loved and caressed.

Why hath the man been so kind,
To leave his wealth to the poor,
His vision to the blind ,
And made them one fewer.  

I shall be forever grateful,
Whomever it might be ,
Shrewd as a fox, strong as a bull,
Or what good or evil had he to see.

But now ,I see through his eyes,
Not his life nor mine ,But a miracle,
He through his eyes reaches,
Holiness as its pinnacle.