Eyes

June 18, 2011Category: WritingTags: ,

What about black eyes, that conjure the image of the darkest of nights, sucking you in to that deep abyss of dismal despair?

Or blue eyes, in which you see a great sparkling ocean, fun and light yet always lies the possibility of squalls.

Brown eyes, the boy next door, soft and trusting. Seemingly innocent, but be warned, there’s more than meets the eye.

Gray eyes, cold as winter morning. Passion lies hidden, yet springs free in the strangest of times.

Maybe green eyes are what you seek? Quick and fertile, spring’s eternal blossom. Yet take heed, spring brings terrible storms.