Bright Yellow Stare

Your eyes may hold the sun,
Your sight might enlighten all roads ahead,
But seeing them
One can tell
You're just a bright yellow stare,
One that comes
From a very dark place.

A light that won't shine,
A delicate gleam not seen
By those who are blind;
Trapped souls in a white world.
A virgin piece of linen
Magically adequate
To let your imagination glide freely.