19 October 2012
*Sorry, it's a little complex and unconventional*
An iris, cerulean blue. Rimmed with not-a-clue.
A pupil oh-so-black. There's something it does lack.
Retina of dreams. This one's not all he seems.
Concave, convex, all round. Flickering without a sound.
For each eye tells a story. Of what they've seen, with glory.
And each tale holds its own, So relish what you're shown.
Each Eye's Story. • Opuss № I