What is nothing but holes ties to holes, yet is strong as iron?
Chain
What cannot be seen, but only heard and will not speak unless spoken to?
Echo
What live in the winter, dies in the summer and grows with it's roots upwards?
(icicle??)
What is always coming, but never arrives?
Tomorrow
A window they seem, that leads to no corridor,
Their colour's lucid like a gem.
Reflections they cast, tho' not a mirror,
Beauty resides within them.
What are they?
Eyes
Automatically it's done, I don't have to think,
It darkens my world for a bit.
It comes and passes quick as a wink,
With a two-fold, cleansing flit.
What is it I do?
Blink
This river of mine always flows down,
Never the same is its course.
Laden with salt, it outlines a frown,
The Great Sea is not its source.
What are they?
Tears
What is too much for one, enough for two, but nothing for three?
Secret
The more there is of it, the less you see.
Darkness