Behind the Glasses

If you could only see,
Behind the glasses,
Deep into my eyes...
This is how it would be:

Your body fills with me,
As each moment passes,
Deep scars and cries.

Each word you read,
Takes your deeper, deeper
Even behind my eyes.

You'll laugh, cry,
You'll ponder and sigh.
The more you read,
All the more I am there.

Bits and pieces of my life
Written on paper.
If you read the first sixty-some,
I am no longer a stranger.

As you continue to read
As each poem passes
You read my soul
Behind the Glasses.