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.
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