Pebbles Could Be Placed Upon Freckles

With eyelashes fluttering, irises caught in a blink, those windows of yours are opening and closing like a metronome ticking time to symphonies played. Within flesh are entrances cradling a floor to nowhere, leading to a somewhere hidden to all but you. Pebbles could be placed upon freckles to map out a path; bundles of autumnal leaves, crunching and burnt amber, could form steps upon the arch of your nose. Perhaps swimming against tears upstream, leaping with rainbow salmon, I might reach the precipice of your eyes. I could scale down branches bowing, from fringe and eyebrows, lowering myself onto your golden lids. Those doorways to nowhere, to somewhere, to anywhere, see the future ebb and flow into a momentary present, with visions hidden under a lock-and-key past. Those eyes of yours I could dive into, like gravity plucking fruit from a vine.