The Eyes of a Man I Know

There's a world deeper 

Than the obscure depths of the cerulean ocean

And the floor underneath that conceals a destructive heat,

Calm, colorful, lively yet cold,

In the eyes of a man I know.

There's a bitter threshold to the forbidden abyss,

That reeks of moss in crevices unhealed,

Like the open flesh of a fresh red wound,

Now plagued by rust that tastes of despair,

In the eyes of a man I know.

There's a sky brighter than the bed of the midday sun,

And wings mightier than an eagle's embrace,

And words sweeter than a bee's nectar

Embedded in the depths of a flower called Hope,

In the eyes of a man I know.

Copyright by Delilah Das