Ode to the Eyes

Oh eyes, fluttering eyes.
Will thee ever cease for a while?
Rocking to and fro,
Making illusions on show.

Painted imagery of thine image;
In my head, its obscure just thy silhouette.
Searching around endlessly:
Crippled, yet fighting the urge to see.

Blackness in thine eyes,
Once drowned mine.
Now when thou art gone;
Mine is struck in the middle

Wading through, they mourn,
"Neither can I move behind,
Nor can I fray the urge.
Bereft of shore,
Lost in solitude, among faces unknown. 

The retina tripping all the time.
Is sore and dripping down in line.
Drowning my abstract in retsina so deep;
Lids fold and shut to sleep.

Rising up, I retry found.
Caught in tricot, being hound
By occult scrolls built on earth.
Breathless, yet never negate thy worth.

Coaxed inside, when I hoard
Initiated blending love and wrath.
A halo so bright those eyes lo,
Whirlpool of conscience poured and load

My eyes with vision of consensus froth;
Viewing God in a chariot driven by Elysian deer's wraith.
Arcadian mirrior of emerald resting behind,
Spotted of tinted alcoves yonder, eyes find.

Retina realized, a bevy of creature
Begotten through the years by nature.
Craven immaturity and insecurity untied:
Those eyes reclined in awestruck lied.

Hyming peaon of His power,
Existance undenied, simply breathing in a flower.
Wrought on retina, to view His view,
A Regeneration of rendezvous.