The color in my eyes
My eyes are tired
They’ve seen so much…
So much beauty
So much pain
So much injustice…
My eyes are green
With envy
With love
Green like a blade of grass
Looking up at the world
And those who walk upon it
Green like a leaf on the very top of a tree
Falling down
Caught in the wind
Drenched in the rain
My eyes are red
From lack of sleep
Lack of a bed
But it is these blessings that bring me this perspective
When I look up at you all
I feel humble, meek
When I fall down I feel free, un-attached.
My eyes are white
Like my skin
Lacking color
White as a shameful ghost
A plague to this land
White like the paper that taught the illiterate the concept of oppression
My eyes are black
In the center
There is no light
Just a void
that sucks everything in
Soaking it into my consciousness
un-able to understand this world of insanities
the look on the faces
of those we ignore
the lust
the grief
the drool on the drunken faces
passed out cold in the street
pants wet
stained.
a street cleaner goes by...
the lights change color and cars drive by
where are the answers?
When will the time come,
To change the color in my eyes...
The wheels go round and round
Nothing changes
Just a new name
A new face
Same weapons
What I’ve seen
What I know
Who am eye ?
I can only tell you about the color in my eyes,
The teargas
The broken glass
The visions...
Of terror
Of death
Of destruction
Of life
Of Love
And light
Green in the forest
Golden light of the sunrise
Vast space
Solitude
Surfing the crowd in front of the stage
Thousands of eyes
The blur of LSD
The blood dripping down the mirror, looking back at me
The cold stillness in the face of my dead friend
The molten lava spewing from the earth
The moonlight shining to me,
beneath the surface of the rapids
The phosphorescence sparkling around me as I dive
beneath the sea
The galaxy shining from below as I paddle on a
saltwater mirror
… in between the lines are the other senses
Reading these words cannot reach you in any other way
The color in my eyes cannot reveal to you any experience I’ve had
Only you can guess
What tales
What life
What adventure presents itself in each moment
As we fall into our traps
Into the depth of our eyes
The pupils
The pits
The treasure…
The color in my eyes
Is changing
As I open them to a new world
I cannot see tomorrow
Until it is today
Then it will be the past
And will fade away
What do you see?
The color in my eyes ?
(february 2005)
www.jeremywilliams.ca
