Those eyes, deep set and distant,
Have a silent composure lent,
Striking shade of mild liquid black,
Milder lashes that no charm lack.
A soft pink the edges line,
The softest pink of distilled wine.
The golden rays fall gently on,
Adding brilliance to the early dawn.
Eyes into which you loose your dreams,
To find them back in their tantalizing gleam,
Eyes that rest a wandering mind,
In their depths sweet secrets find,
The moment they gently close does hold;
Eternity in its magical fold…