He taught me how to read people’s eyes,
to look deep into their souls
to look beyond the surface of their smiles,
to reach in and see that levels existed
in people’s minds.
He taught me that thoughts and actions
were seldom the same.
What appears and what is perceived
are different; what a shame
that we don’t see this.
He said that neither words
nor actions reveal ; a man’s
silence shows strength when spurred.
He taught me well,
he taught me all.
He told me secrets of life that
lay in the banalities of each day
He said answers lay within,
all we needed was to think; not sway.
He gave me thought.
He’s left the world now,
left me wiser and alone.
I smile when people see me
oblivious that my eyes are forlorn
filled with unshed tears.
For people don’t read people’s eyes
and if they did, they’d see
that truth seldom lies and seldom is
what people want you to believe.
If only people read eyes.