Remembrance of Eyes Past

A streak of grey cloud,
Cuts through the winter moon
And splatters blue blood,
On the shady night around.

Hazel, with grey shades
Her eye, in the shade..
When the other half her face,
Is painted golden - by the evening sun.

A tears-to-be feeling
Turns her eyes ocean blue
When she visits
The hill we last met.

In the dream I last saw,
Her eyes so sharp.
They were steel blue,
Glare as death does.

The occasional sun in autumn
Finds the maple leaves turn
Yellow, orange and brown;
So does her eyes.

Plain carbon black
Narrowing the eyes,
As jealousy takes over
When I talk to some one else..

Icy blue with tinges of pride
As I compliment her
For being herself
As she always does

Charcoal grey with mist
A question being asked
And when she knows
There is no answer.

Reddish black – dilated
When her fever reflects
In the 40 watts room
And stays there, for days on..



The words fail
So do the colours
When those beautiful,
Beautiful eyes smile.

Oh, when they smile…

A streak of grey cloud,
Cuts through the winter moon
And splatters blue blood,
On the shady night around.

And I remember
Of things past
And our worlds part.
I sit here, now,
With eyes transparent.

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