What lurks behind those eyes of blue?
What mysteries do they hold?
Those smokey, dreamy bedroom eyes
So sensual and bold;
Just like a cat they stare at me,
I wonder what they're thinking -
Clear and bright, reflecting light,
They process without blinking;
Deep and dark mosaic sparks
Of azure mischief twinkle -
Like a million brilliant stars
The gods on you did sprinkle;
Beneath the depths of seablue mist,
What wonders would I find?
What secret thoughts would come to me
If I could read your mind?
If eyes be windows to the soul,
As often poets write,
No doubt your soul is beautiful -
Your eyes reflect its light.
5/3/2009
Eye's speak with volume that no voice can effectively hold a candle to..The spoken word can so easily be expressed to manipilate & deceive....but one will have their hands full, if they are attempting to lie /decive, whwn eye to eye with a person who understands how to read the inability of the human eye to masque contempt & deception.Excellent work, my dear...Midnight, you do R O C K! ~ ~ ~ 2009
A beautifully proportioned, sensuously delivered, superbly crafted poem that reads without a hitch. It is indeed a joy to read one of your poems again Linda. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
eyes are the windows to ones soul..they say you took that and did a superb piece relly enjoyed it...gret cheers
another beautiful write my friend.. are these your eyes' color? wow they are beautiful too!
if i read correctly what thoughts would come to me.... what a briliant write... keep it up tks with regard for sharing
Magnificent work with brilliant metaphor. Love this sweet poem with 10.
Beneath the depths of seablue mist, What wonders would I find? ...............splendid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poem talks lovingly of a pair of loving talking eyes...well composed piece, Linda...pleasing to read...10