Frivolous Minds

Windows to the soul,
Yet some are resistant to open.
And as dark,
    tragic,
         reserved,
              solemn,
                   lonely
as they may be,
I will always try to scavenge
for something else.

Everyone has eyes
In which the ocean lies,
    (Full of
     mystery.)
With speckles and freckles
of fairy dust and
life,
    (Even if it seems
     that they have
           died.)