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.
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.

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