Third Eye

dare you speak

more of things

you'd let be

whispers and wonderings

lolling behind

the forehead

singing aloud with

happenings on TV

like there is more

to the storm

than just an eye

that nebulously sheds

tears silent

in drama 

of another's petulant 

cries

as new words

across far flung countries

pass to be

before someone

picks on notions

you'd want to hide

between lines

of childhood mysteries

and then when

the sun comes knocking

to find histories

denied and tried

someone will

volunteer

in a sly voice

it must've been

the third eye