Progression painting inspired by a photo & A Poem "Eye's" By Kate Cloud

Eyes

There's not much to a name,
but everything in the eyes.
Depth, passion, envy...
laughter, sorrow, lies.
There's not much a name can tell.
A hallow tag; borrowed -reused.
Eye's show the soul,
dreamy moments,
bored, amused.
And there is no nature in a name,
or a difference how old.
Eyes will show the wise, the young,
And also, the hot and cold.
So many things a name,
could just never prove.
With its letters,
and its spaces.
It hasn't the power to truly move.
There is just nothing as potent...
Yes, our names stand aside.
To all the eyes can spell out,
of what a being holds inside.

By Kate Cloud