Beneath those lashes are
sweet pools of honey
reminding you of polished amber
in the rays of dawn.
It's as if the sun
were shining through a wine glass
and you see golden hues
of every tree
from early light to dusk.
Their earthy beauty reaches everywhere
letting you see
the rich soil in the summer
kissed by the spring rain.
That's the thing about brown eyes
they're the heavens you crave to be a part of.
Their flecks of deep and light brown
are filled with so much life
they expand a moment into eternity.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Garden of Words
PoetryIn a world surrounded by darkness lies a wondrous place where all it takes is one look a few steps before you're lost dancing under the twenty-six stars known as letters shining bright over the midnight garden of words.
