where the peacock dances

there is a reason
why there are more eyes
tucked into feathers,
as he walks across
those empty fields
of bowing grass,

there is a reason
why they open and dance,
to the ancient song
of grey clouds
gathering around
the heart of a sky,

there is a reason
why they long for the rain
from across the hills,
a prayer to serve the world
a joyous dance,
when it needs more eyes.

come,
to where the peacock dances
with a hundred eyes.