Green Eyes

The blind have led the blind too long, a glint of kerosene sparked a forest fire, razing wheat fields to the ground. Corn that burst the soil hit a drought that parched the fruit, turned it ashen, into charcoal, turned it dead without a sound. I stared upon the wasteland growing slowly to fertility, as waters seep a tributary and cleanse the blasted earth. In the heart a verdant patch evolves an emerald gathering, irrigated by a love of inestimable worth. The green eyes of a princess shining flecked with effervescent gold, stirs animation in the blood and slakes the starving burn. Her green eyes speak of tenderness, of future worlds idealised, essentially I realise they make my whole world turn.