Black Opals Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your eyes are black opals.
I swim deep underwater for
And now I can't swim anymore.
I want to drown before
I sink any further without 
A cry or a call.

I'm treading water, that's for sure.
I can't go a step further.
Without swimming to some desolate
Far-off shore.

Your eyes are black opals.
Charged with containing the whole universe
Your eyes are black opals.
They're a full-on curse.
But I don't care.
I know there is a star within them shining for me.