incantation

dark eyes sheathed in mystery and all the enigma of
an onion-skinned soul that never ends, but simply peels
again
to discover layer over layer of the hiddenness...

they, seeing all, somehow understand deeply what was given not to them
for understanding.
they, piercing beyond all superficialities, comprehending even
past the incomprehensible to the fundamental being of the
infinite indefinite
possess the knowing of an ancient sage.
earthy erudition
as of old.

ancient, aye, and infantile.
those mystic eyes be either- or be both
at once.
times once, they, young and open, wond'ring see
times twice they sorrow-laden be
as age
that knows the aching of a world gone wrong.

peeled soul, exposed yet not laid bare
in dark eyes of uncertain age.
seeing, almost uncomprehending. seeing, understanding more than
they can truly know.

enigmatic eyes conceal a paradox surprise.


this is a look into the past: written by naomi laine, about age 16.