Behind the eyes

Behind the eyes
are worlds never spoken about
by the lips,
which lives visit in paradise flights,
but can't confess their wings to the day.

Words paint what tales the mask worn
wants believed,
actions betray the essence craved.

Some faces wear their truth
without facades
others keep them buried
in a vault guarded by the mind.

How often I have thought
the stories share were from the heart,
finding out when fingers betrayed my trust
that who I thought was an angel
or a demon
was in fact a mortal living with flaws.

My guesses often fall short of accuracy,
so I do my best to listen and not conclude
what is told as being other that reality
until the life I see dances off to places
the person claims to hate