Your Eyes
Those eyes, those mesmeric, twinkling eyes,
Eyes that speak of a thousand things,
Yet say nothing
I drown in their pragmatic intensity,
I could get lost in them forever.
They evoke a myriad of memories,
And leave an imprint on me.
If I am lucky enough,
I can experience their warmth.
For just like the morning dew,
Exotic and enrapturing and beautiful.
Every time I look into those eyes,
I get lost in numberless thoughts,
And leave the world behind me.
-Hurley (copyright 2007)
