Your Eyes

Your Eyes
by Dianne Marie Santos

Inside those marbles, I have read
messages forgotten by your tongue.
Your telescope that revealed the world:
the hazy colors splashed in the horizon.
But what I loved most
in your eyes is
as it searched,
discovering, identifying,
scrutinizing, drifting
from view to view,
from site to site,
segregating the interesting and mundane,
it found its way
showing me to you,
and gazing into mine.