There was a time when I was still a younger person. Innocent and curious about the world. Looking at everything with a sparkle of my beautiful shiny eyes and joyful in my lovely smile. I had a sheer joy of being alive with a mind so sharp and agile that the smartest and the most skilled would wonder with surprise.
It was when I was still a young girl, a teenager still… and world was dreamy and promising. And everyone and everything in my life conspired to make it for me. And then as if someone possessed my life and seems like there was a dark rainy thundering night when the sparkle was muddied within my eyes. And I was left with a deep soul piercing sorrow, in those same beautiful eyes. And then that night never left my life … and now I face death … that wonder of life that curiosity those promises … they thrived … yes they thrived beneath the layers and layers of darkness seen by those eyes … they still thrived and thrived … those eyes saw light even from 50 layers below of the frights, through decades of sorrow yes they still saw the light because once they were oh so bright. But as the night never left the sight … there came a moment when there no more was light. The sparkle of those eyes still believes in light… even as the darkness closes the eyes …
those teary beautiful eyes still wonder why … why there wasn’t that light again before death closed those eyes. Because even in death they still believed the light. For the world could never know those eyes … for they were just the purest of light… the darkness of this world failed the light