Dylan's Eyes

Oh,

what deep thoughts

are sheltered

there.

Such exquisite beauty.

I see my mother

in them

on certain days.

I see strength and wisdom

beyond

your age.

Somehow the love you have

for your brother

melts them

whenever you bend down

and kiss him

awake.

They are as clear

as a sun-dappled river

on an early

Spring

day.

They sometimes stare

at me

in private

contemplation.

They are the reflection of

your soul

and I plumb their depths

as I listen to their

conversation.