Your Eyes
Hide night air from my scent, if you dare.
Hide breathtaking scenes from my view.
Do not hide from me your eyes.
Do not hide the twinkle within,
the unvoiced laughter that gladdens my heart,
the harmonious song that happily
pours forth from those windows,
quiet like sunshine anointing
poppies in a field,
as they raise their heads to kiss the sky.
Do not hide the magnetic allure,
the crease of your eyes that narrows and smiles
a special meaning just for me,
a patient softness that blankets and protects,
drowning out the static around.
My days review
the pain and bias of the world,
as war’s impulse always beats away,
and so frequently life’s echoes
pays homage to sinister mediocrity.
But when I look into your eyes,
the clouds depart and joy bids farewell to gloom,
as chocolate reservoirs invite me in,
and I enter eagerly and willingly,
sampling each delicious, delectable morsel.
My precious one,
the darkest shadow is not forceful enough
to overpower the warmth and intensity
of those mesmerizing pools.
Timeless lights enlighten my life,
day and night
tingling every part of me,
and I savor the tenderness
of your eyes.
Copyright © Mary Bannister | Year Posted 2007
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