Am I looking out at you.
With eyes of green
Or eyes of blue.
Storm crashing grey
perhaps
On this particular day.
Are they brilliant in reflected light
Twinkly with the irony
Maybe vivid from a fright
Or other passionate feels
Watt's are the changes
My eyes use as meals.
Question should be,
not a reference of sorts
Only me.
Can see.. and see again
My own soul
adapt.
W