Original Poetry: His Eyes

She loved his dark ever changing eyes.

She didn't mean their color, their color remain unchanged.

Clear. Warm. Vivid. True.

It was his mood that changed them; hard with anger, soft with love, bright with humor.

She loved his dark ever changing eyes.

She watched sunlight shift and die in them--streaking the endless depths with streaks of gold and red--and the rush of ocean waves and the simmering sulky bruise of storms.

She watched the pounding silver rain and the impossible green of spring time.

She loved them for those little glimpse of the world in his eyes.

But most of all, she watched those eyes reflect back the lingering marks of years gone by on her face.

...to her surprise, she had come to love them for those too.

Copyright © 2010 by D.F. Jules