eyes; the window to the soul

Saucer-like orbs that rivet you to the owners face. . .slits that barely show a steel-grey center. Round, almond-shaped, drooping, laughing, sparkling--eyes are fascinating. Look into anyone's eyes, communicate, soul to soul, feel the emotion. . .step back, peer deep within. Like the starry-specked, breathless eyes of a lover, the desperate, locked gaze of parting friends, or the wise expression of eyes sunk deeply in a bed of wrinkles. In eyes the writer can tell all--use the strangest, most outlandish adjectives, let the whelm of a characters heart break in a single glance. They are allowing me to sound corny and gushing now. Because eyes truly are the doorway, the window, the opened latch to the soul--the heart of a human being.

     

Imagine a life of darkness. Unable to see--it's more than I can comprehend. That is why people like Andrea Bocelli, the ultimately most incredible tenor in the world, speak to so many; he needs nothing more then his voice. With it every feeling of his soul is drenched. I think the entire arena sobbed when Andrea sang "I once was blind but now I see," in December {when I saw him in concert. Ironic, no?} So beautiful, on so many levels. Like CS Lewis said: "You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body."

Sight. Eyes. They are our little view into the core picture: this is my ode to them. The story they tell. Of the storm brewing under the squinted lids of a lovelorn maiden, standing at a cliffs edge, watching a ship rove into the horizon. Of the boy leaning on his horses neck, the wind at his cheeks, whipping curls into eyes dancing with adventure. Of lashes so heavy they mask the features of an otherwise shallow, ugly face. I love writers that focus on eyes. It's nice to have gorgeous heroes and heroines, but what of the strange, plain persons made attractive by eyes that speak? And when those eyes can't do the obvious, the beauty of people like Andrea Bocelli shine even deeper. Personally I have no idea what I'm trying to say; ignore me.

Chocolate brown. . .robins egg blue. . .mossy green. . .colored like the sea, the sky, picking up hues around them. You get my point--as a writer, as an observer, as a lover of people and different cultures--i ♥ eyes.

"The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where beauty resides." 

- Audrey Hepburn