Through The Eyes

Look at them glow while opening and closing gracefully.
The colors softly flow like they have a need or craving.
The bridge between the two is connecting the soul.
The faded colors are new,and the tears drip low.
The corners are where the sadness lies.
The mourners hide the smile in their eyes.
The twinkle begins when in light or love.
Even the gentle things need a little shove.
Eventually happiness will get crumbled by lies,
and when it does just look through their eyes.