I had the sun in my eyes. Bright rays, glittering in my eyes.
A warm, soft gaze of deep mocha turning into light hazelnut.
I had happiness in my eyes.
The corners turning upward, as if my eyes were smiling too.
I had curiosity in my eyes.
Widening larger than the moon, darting all around.
I had desire in my eyes.
Fiercely capturing it all in my gaze.
I had fire in my eyes.
Too much to contain within me.
I had exhaustion in my eyes.
Half lidded and waiting to close.
I had sorrow in my eyes.
Tears filling them up as much as possible before spilling out.
I had silence in my eyes.
Blank.
I have the night in my eyes.
Which holds the light of the stars, and the flickering of street lamps.
Wider than the moon.
The reflection of the day, long gone.
Reading over the words I have yet to say.
