Beyond 💫 poems

Through your eyes

And like the moon
she had a side of her so dark,
even the stars couldn't shine on it.
She had a side of her so cold,
that even the sun couldn't burn on it.

But even so, she had a way of
taking the galaxies in her veins and
pouring it out through her fingertips,
giving something as a mundane object,
an element of wonder just by her touch.

Watching him, wondering what
he looked like beneath the
skin and bones.

But he saw right through me,
like eyes were the windows
to one's soul.

Through one's eyes, you can see
them for who they really are.