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In Eyes Perceive

written by: Amanda Eifert

@mandibelle16

 

I’ve lost clarity; it’s obvious, observe —

When I’m peering through dense walls,

Where you disguise your life;

I’m blinded from your changing eyes.

Obsidian pupils, shining as glass;

Solidification of molten lava black.

Rings of green surround pupils.

In certain light, your eyes blackish-green fire;

In another light, they’re a grassy knoll.

I perceive your eyes, understanding you;

When you’re hostil, temperamental;

Your eyes alter colour, swirling into black.

A bitter ocean, a complex green.

Obsidian pupils merge; fight pleasant green.

The storm rages, your eyes stay grating.

As steel and concrete,

You’re cold, unflinching.

———

When you’re serene and absorbed in life;

Your eyes tint with light,

Glow with presence;

Glimmering alert, understanding.

Conversing comfortably;

Words match your eyes.

Face, sure and bright;

Joy glows from your lips,

The creases in your smile.

Wrinkles, fan your eyes;

You laugh and illuminate my sight.

Your fantastic mood drawing people to you,

My beacon.

———

But my favourite vantage,

Of your eyes;

Dark pupils focus, adore me slow.

Feeding an ethereal glow;

Throwing off embers of warmth.

Mysterious eyes, wide-open;

Your true-self, no posing.

Brilliant fire of space simmering;

Us a compass twain,

Star dust and nebulas.

You appear almost sleepy,

Eyes perceiving my eyes;

Mood indicators; receptors of feeling.

The lights in all the stars,

Of every universe, combined.

Heat from your heart (and other parts),

Obsidian meeting obsidian sheen;

Aurora Borealis in our eyes gleam.

Waves of heat and colour impress.

Of all the giant and tiny world’s,

Unparalleled; the world we combine.

Nebulas spark across the dark;

Your truth is when you memorize me,

Satisfied smile, softly content.

We’ve conquered stars;

As light is the only source,

Differing our eyes; a genetic defect passed,

Transforming brown, to blue and green;

The Northern Lights,

Enfolding us in time, our space.

———

©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

I thought about a lot of John Donne poetry writing this: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning and The Good Morrow mostly. Also, if you haven’t read about why some people have blue or green eyes, when originally, humans only had brown eyes, check-out: Wikipedia – Eye Colour. Turns out blue or green eyes is not a pigment, it has to do with structural colour and the scattering of light in certain conditions.

Amanda Eifert

Amanda Eifert

Amanda is a writer and blogger from Alberta, Canada. She loves to be creative in various ways and to cheer on her home sports teams. She has poetry and short fiction published on SpillWords.com, Sick Lit Magazine and Silver Birch Press Online.
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