If the eyes are windows to the soul, 
This should be seen from the world.
I’ve been longing with a small heart,
To see it like I’ve seen city and parks.
My understanding I acquired has been false.
This soul that can be felt, I can’t second that.
I have a lense with a viewpoint that goes one way.
Maybe,  it’s the limit of a word. 
And how window could frame a different image.
A “window of time” fleeting away.
Soul, itself, as this phrase. And the eyes
Are just like picture frames on the wall.

Maybe…