Those Eyes Of Hazel...... 0.0 Poem by Chuy Amante

The light or darkness
of inner soul
seen deeply in the eyes
of the few that open up
for you
it's rare

What is in an eye color?
Is there lightning behind
the pallet of hues?
Is pure light and happiness
seen thru the eyes boldly?

Hazel eyes, your language is sweet
we speak the same dialect,
from your loving village.

Hazel eyes, you've shown me
the dry heights
and the wet depths

You've eyed me with fire
and desire
and anger

Hazel eyes, I speak your language
there is no hiding from me,
in those
Hazel eyes....... ~o.O~

I reside by and by