The Eyes that Know
by Leila Engelhardt

The stage has been set,
But the lighting seems wrong.
Where are the eyes that know?

The players admit
That they beg to belong.
Where are the eyes that know?

With a shrug of indifference,
And no thought of giving,
It will vanish on cue,
With no trace of its living.

So take hold of the script,
And polish your lines,
If you are the eyes that know.

Copyright 1982 - Leila Engelhardt
Poem used by author's permission.