Smiling Eyes

You told me I have eyes
that smile,
And I was surprised,
Because I never believed
that existed outside
of romantic minds.
Your words were like
prison cake,
concealing
a file.
Something to help me
break the bars
constraining me,
detaining me,
holding me down.
Took my view points,
sharpened them
and mixed them around.
the dirt of doubt
washed off,
sent back to the ground.
And I realized that
this time,
I wasn't pulling the strings
the events in my life
required no orchestration,
occupied none of my time,
effort or concentration.
and so I learned to sit back
relax,
and take it all in,
appreciate it,
have a seat,
take it out for a spin,
maybe that's why that by
the time I've died,
I'll say that I've
lived well,
held on,
and taken the ride.
watched the world teem
with brown humor tinting
my irises.
And so I stepped back,
I breathed in,
and I thought for a while,
the answer is simple;
You give my eyes a reason to smile.