The Eyes
by
Peg

The eyes,
They are the window to the soul,
Or so I have been told.

His are blue,
Clear and bright,
Sapphire blue like the night.

They looked through me,
into my soul,
His seemed icy cold.

But then he smiled,
It lit up my night,
And seemed to make everything all right.

I dared to put out my hand,
to put my trust in this man,
And his taller blond companion.

The pain,
It is still here,
My attacker over there.

But Mr. Blue Eyes,
And Mr. White Night his friend,
Said they would help me though to the end.

I know somehow I can trust them,
Because I have been told,
The eyes they are the windows to the soul.