Poem- Empty Shadow Lands

Where do my eyes gaze?
If not on your face then a waste.
The fancy devices of this age
occupy our mind and personal space.
Where is intimacy-
between the I and the eye that sees?
It clearly depends on what
your filling up your heart to be.
If not a wave, a rock, a sunset, or a tree
then there is no realness in it you see.
Desolation, loneliness, fear, and even rage-
will occupy a man's heart whom fills it
with empty things.
Where do my eyes gaze?
If not on your face then this life a waste.