More Than Color

These eyes see color. They see Texas sunflower yellow and the blue on the bonnets. They've created Native American art with the red from the paint brushes. These eyes see the brightest blends of burgundy and blue on the rug in the lobby of that upscale Hoe-tel In Reno. These eyes have seen black tears roll down and drown out the white lines on a cracked mirror before a long shift on stage. Working that catwalk, For cat-calls. These eyes have seen the neon signs flicker, fade, and fall out. They've seen the same souls kissing children's heads goodnight, and loving their wives just to leave at night and toss single bills to forget their lives. These eyes Have seen These eyes have seen a saint sin and a sinner start again. They've seen children progress and adults regress. Teachers preach, Preachers teach, Healers hurt, And the hurt be healed. They have watched countless night sky's brighten up into the most gorgeous of sunrises. These eyes have seen the moon melt away into a molten sky of radiant yellows and oranges just to let the sun have it's time To shine In these eyes That have seen more than color.