hazel eyes

he lives in some kind of world
that only he can see
his hazel eyes, with streaks of gold
 they hold their own sky
& a forest all his own
but on a good day,
if you watch long enough
& study his gaze
you might just catch a glimpse
of the wonder he so effortlessly
paints around himself,
 day & night
as if the world was made only for him
to run wild in, & discover for the first time
as if God gave him a map
the rest of us are still trying our hardest to piece together