The Eyes Speak

 The Eyes speak.

The eyes speak over the tiniest wires.
The softer voice the more creative words.
It looked like rain, cold rain to me.
A book warms the heart each day at noon.

The longer distance the eager flies.
The amazing results in the sky.
Determine to learn only time will tell.
Doing the night a trace of rain must fall.
In the morning it brings beauty to all.

In the room full of joy, the keys are over there.
The question is asked, can you hold a minute to spare.
The louder each second goes by the longer the wait.
Mark this moment the first day of spring ENDS.
At the front of the gate is where F-R-I begins.

The eyes speak through tiniest wires.   It “CARRIES,”
The hope, the joy and the freedom to expressed.
What the eyes speak the heart now feels.