Sky Eye

See this eye of mine?

Look close,

even closer...

This is a work of art,

something so magnificent,

no magnifier is needed to see,

the stunning sky within me.

No, that is not a reflection.

It is the sky contained,

inside a small orb.

Yes, those are clouds,

and those flecks are birds.

You may say,

"It is nothing special,

Just pigments in a muscle."

Then, tell me why,

this eye observes all,

just as her mother,

the sky above does.

Her mother is referred to as,

goregous, stunning, flawless,

and she is simply a part of her.

This eye right here,

is the same as her mother.

 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741