Silver Eyes

When you look into her eyes you are transported to the eye of the storm. The calm safe harbor in this maelstrom and chaos blowing all around. Eyes that see much too far, with the look of otherworldlyness which speak of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. For off the edge, she has been to the land of the dead. Its never getting there that’s difficult, but getting back, and she has returned to this land despite the odds, not as a thing of undeath but as something more. Pure, powerful and sure yet raw, vulnerable, and insecure, the living breathing paradox of human circumstance. She saw the light at the end of the tunnel and captured it behind her eyes. God forbid that light be snuffed for it is a source of infinite warmth for many. Many wars were fought to gain such understanding and insight and with such empathy wars will be won. So let the sky shatter and the earth quake for with an angel by my side, I am not afraid anymore. For that's what they were, the eyes of an angel