|Shining Eyes (standard:poetry, 0 words)|
|Author: Unsun||Added: Jul 08 2001||Views/Reads: 1845/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Here's a poem for those of you who just can't seem to stand negativity.I wrote it for my girlfriend while she was away on a trip... enjoy.|
Amber eyes float in the darkness. Endless golden brewed patterns swirl in those eyes. Swirling and lofting about in gentle feminine curves.In truth to call them patterns is to diminish them. They are beyond me, they are beyond words, they are indeed beyond anything I have ever seen. And even knowing as I do that I cannot do them justice, those swirling amber green pools of love and beauty and downright ferocity, I cannot prevent myself from trying. They are crystalline. They refract the light , they change the lights very nature. And in so changing the light they change themselves. Amber now, sweet heavenly sunlight in two simple livid pools, frightening and captivating. The sun has appeared before me and I cannot look away. Green now a light apple green, waxen and utterly enchanting. The green of fantasies a forest that never dies. Earthen, rich with the sparkle of life yet unseen. The color of a step not yet taken. This multiplicity draws me. Always have I been drawn to simple things. The inspiration held within a leaf or a single word. Complexity seemed to bring nothing but confusion and bewilderment. I would stumble about confused and nearly panicked, with no way to admire what was placed before me. To many paths confuse the eye. And here I have something which contains such complexity as I have never seen, and still I find it captivating. Here are two delicate ovals that change the light and world around them. And their changes are rapid and varied one minute cold, ice eyes that have forgotten what they are, the next the touch of their gaze burns like fire. The means to predict them is beyond me, beyond any that I have met. Will their glance be a blessing or a curse, I will have to wait and see. Neither god nor mortal knows what lies within a womans heart. The lofty swirls and shifting tides of those eyes have kept me captivated. They are perplexing and astounding and I shall never forget the time I have spent admiring, or fearing them. Even when they are beyond my reach, as they are now, floating in the darkness, they hold me still with bated breath. Neither god nor mortal knows what lies within a womans heart, nor shall any ever know, perhaps not even the woman herself, but I shall seek the answer happily. Tweet
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