Your heavy eyelids are downcast
I can see the rim of your brow
And the outline of your jawbone
You look so beautiful in the dark
As we sit legs crossed facing one another,
Silence pinches at my wincing wonders
I can’t speak
I look up at you and our eyes meet
You stare; you stare at me like you do
Your eyes perpetuate mine
I look at you and away, at you and away
What is this moment?
This dark brilliant moment
Of you looking at me,
Of you asking me,
Of you telling me?
What is this moment
My love, what?
Your eyes are black with a diamond in the middle
Your eyes are pure with water running in circles
Your eyes are my captors
How do you cry out to me without speaking?
Without moving a muscle
Without syllables and sounds
How do you speak to my soul in this moment?
How do you look at me like that,
And ask me so many questions?
Where are you going my love,
With the next blink of your eye?
Tell me so I can follow you
I want to be with you when the light hits your face
whoa...looks like you did alot of eye studying here...haha great stuff, very descriptive...maybe you should re-name it something to do with the eye/soul....first time i fell in love it was the eyes that got me...funny how they tell everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is great, but i agree it could have a name to do with the eye/soul that has a bit more to do with the poem. But it is really great anyway!