The Eye's Elegy

A long time ago I told my friend Arsen about a dream I had. It's the one about when I cut Kyle's eyeballs out.
Do you remember that?
It was kind of a short dream.
Anyways.
Arsen writes poetry and he said he wanted to write a poem based on my dream. So here it is! :D I love it, personally. :)
oh goodness I need caffeine!

The Eye’s Elegy

The eyes have a philosophy of their own -
in each wink and twitch a snicker or sad moan.

Some blink uncontrollably to exaggerate their seed of grief -
Some stare-off as an unfocused lens showing profound disinterest.
Many are so dark that all facility to translate their script is dissolved -
Many turn crimson after coughing and droop down like expired rose petals.
Some see only glass,
others only shades of black.
Your eyes always forget,
mine boast a faultless memory.
God’s see too much and so they constantly pain.
All eyes judge without a sigh of remorse –
Very few are well trained, so that they may see the Popsicle stick
without the frozen sugar.

My eyes remember you standing in the rain –
My slow approach was an elegy performed with no sound.
Your unhappiness was the puddles at my feet -
Your uncertainty, the gloomy mist which my lungs could not digest.
When I finally looked onto you I saw fear in your eyes –
And so I cut them from your face
And placed them in my pocket
So that you would never see fear
again.