Eyes,
looking in
magnified reflections,
of emotion and sin.
A wrinkle,
in time,
cradles the smile
with a curve,
stretching the mile.
Happiness returns,
as wings reappear.
Laughter erupts,
as bricks crumble
fear,
of foreseen reality
so far but so near.
A close shave,
and a twinkle so dear,
while the peace plant grows,
and the sky becomes clear.
Shine down, oh sun,
as we bask in this cheer.
