Echo Eyes

Echo Eyes

Kimberly Tan

She was the girl with charcoal lashes,

with steel and flinted eyes,

who peered into a colorless world

that was deaf to her silent cries.


She painted with the passion

of a Da Vinci or Cezanne,

but never once completed a painting

without discarding it at dawn.


I caught her gaze just once,

and her look screamed unapproachable,

but though she glared as she turned away

to me she was unavoidable –


because in that moment I saw,

reflected in her smoky eyes,

blue silk currents, cobblestone roads

paths to nowhere and cotton candy skies –


the world in her colored

black and whites,

before a sculpted scowl on her porcelain skin

shielded her echo eyes.