Souls

Your eyes are like newly cleaned windows.

they have a little light inside

but I can’t see right into your soul.

Your eyes   are like windows

except windows have no expression despite curtains.

When I was small,I thought houses were alive

The eyes were  the windows

The door,a mouth.

They had no  noses but they could smile.

They invited friends to look inside

but the house owners didn’t like

so they chased me away..

That’s where  the world began to go round

like a spinning top.

I like windows but now I am careful

after all,it’s not my soul I look at then.

I can see your soul and it’s dark blue

like a sky and you have shining stars too