Medicine for the Heart

How medicine has played on the heart,
Our sight is above beauty of the night.
The days of stealth disfigure us further,
Where medicine commands respect from a mother.

What lies in your eyes tonight?
Is it the glow of a sun or of a star this right?
What follows is a page of certainty,
To really engage in an auspicious eternity.

How have the eyebrows sinned?
Are eyes as valued as seeing the wind?
How the medical men foster support,
Is all we can seek and make report?

My size of the heart is spacious and delightful,
Like the sins of a generation or crafted and insightful.
The notion of a mind bespeaks too many times,
Where is the heart transcending all rhymes?