The Story of Her Eyes

Starring into heavenly waters
that spread on and outwards
Forever before
stopping at the horizon
of her eyelids.

In the center of one of two
Love-ly ponds
a pool of murky blackness,
like oil or tar drifts on
Endlessly before…
Snapping back off the tall stalks of black reeds
like a hole inside
it shrinks or grows in synchrony with
however much light
We shine on it

Surrounding the black mass and enveloped by
the reeds, gold waters swirl and stir
with splashes of blue and green and the
lifting news of a hint of
Brown.

Beside the golden waters another
Separated by a ridge
Or bridge-whichever preferred
rests in an imperfect roundness unlike
the one beside it and lacking also that soft golden tint.
instead he
bears an excited hazel
with weary streams of brown emitting from that
gaping darkness of the iris
Unlike the warm and deep tone of the golden
pool this one cold yet blazing with rage of passion and
Soul.

These beautiful ponds of contrast
and flaws, together form a single
Entity of love and splendor.

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These pools of most glorious display,
like a sheet of clouds to the landscape below,
her eyelids covered them…
Forever… before
that soul-crushing
Last breath escaped her
Lips.

These golden hued and hazel waters take
with them all but their memory and bodies and
Leave this world for another better
capable of containing their magnificence.

Here now both
witness and
Product of
That hidden and
Breathtaking scene remain,
If only- in form,
to mourn and remember what
was lost to us and found by
Death.