Ode to Your Eyes

Your eyes

may have seen the world

and they still don’t know

how to deceit,

each morning

they open up to beautify love

and mirror your soul.

Your eyes gaze at the truth

the same way

they gaze back at the stars.

Inside

I see the soul of a man

whose flaming fervor,

whose unfading flair 

for passion flowers and sun beams

and, most probably, unicorns

can transcend a fortune of sacred words

and secretly store away

for humanity

a legacy of battle rewards.

Your eyes run more deeply

than your temples and forehead

Yet they never betray them,

They witness, whisper and heal

like two dark pearls

lighting up the night’s bleakness

lifting its gloomy spirits

making one think

of how many phobias

they have turned  into fantasies,

and how many dreams are dreamed

under those silent eyelids.

Your eyes speak to me

of the colorful landscapes I've missed

the scented sights they surrounded

with sparkles,

horizons they measured
and hands they have kissed

or mundane sunsets gone cancelled

for fear they might burst into tears.