The eyes - so much is in
the eyes -
endless vistas stretch into forever.
The curve or straightness of a nose,
can only say so much. Cheekbones high
or broad or bold, it never really mattered
much at all.
But the eyes - oh, the
eyes, they speak
eternity in an instant. Lifetimes of evolution
look nakedly into you when you meet them
with your own. Soft, unfocused, receptive -
yet ever opened wide, no matter the pain
they might sometimes perceive.
The sparkle, the light
- it is there, in the eyes.
The stars and the moon and the sun.
Vast horizons moving and shifting like
sun-struck clouds. Reflecting, even as
they add their own luster to the view.
Ever-changing wonder of a whirlwind
in subtle, shifting hues of moods.
The eyes... There is so much in the eyes...
? Michaelette ?
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