glacial valve
_There are the stars,
distant, dazzling,
too far to ever touch.
There are the oceans,
vast and aching,
always pulling something in.
There’s the quiet of a sunrise,
the hush before the day begins,
and then,
there are her eyes.
Her eyes are dark,
as black as the midnight sky,
and as pretty
as a rainbow after the storm.
Sometimes, the sunlight strikes her eyes
and shifts them to a shade of brown
that makes you forget
everything else.
Sometimes, I can’t stop smiling...
because all the darkness in her eyes
feels like the solution
to every problem I carry
and I can't stop looking at them
while she’s talking.
It’s sad she’ll never realize it.
She still complains
about how odd she looks without her glasses.
But I hope she knows
how her eyes make my world softer,
how in them, everything stills.
And if time were mine to control,
I would go back,
just to be beside her,
and see her eyes
turn that shade again._
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