HER EYES

Written by: Sidney Beck

HER    EYES

An ocean may be filled with gems  arrayed -     
With swaying jewels priceless and unique;           
Her eyes  provide  the finest true display -     
The only one  I wish my eyes to  seek.          
 
The brightest diamonds  turn each warming ray      
Sent from the sun to  shattered shards  of light.       
They have no warmth  - their faultless facets play     
And split  to shreds  the heart of  sun  so bright.     

Are  emeralds -  those succulent green grapes      
In bunches glazed and frozen - ever  pressed     
Into the  flowing wine with fluid shapes   
Of sad or happy tears  when soft-caressed?   

Her  water-pearls at evening darkly shimm’ring,     
Slow glow with morning satisfaction whole,  
That  lustre in the embers  gently simm’ring       
To  widening  oriel  circles  of  her  soul :         

               Warm, gentle, wet,  as wavelets on the shore
               Caress my soul and linger ever more.

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Note

This is not a normal sonnet with 14 lines,   but a 
kind of  "uber sonnet"  with 18 lines and two 
voltas....called  a  heroic sonnet.