While I Gaze In Your EyesA Poem by Terry O'LearyWhile I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue, Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew, I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies, Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening, I’m sucked into chasms, cascading, careening, And yield to enticements which meekly disarm, Seeping virtuous beauty, sad sensuous charm While I gaze in your eyes, bleeding fiery blue Ever tempting with treasures, with pleasures for two, Being caught at the core of a blazing sapphire Possessing, enthralling, aflame with desire While I gaze in your eyes, misty emeralds, deep green, Veiling laughter and banter, and echoes between, Then I dream, so it seems, in whatever the place, Of your scent, of your breath, of your radiant face While I gaze in your eyes, at times placidly blue, Near’ as calm as the weirs in the woods all bedewed, Forty winks relegate to a shimmering lake, Gently floating on lilies, while waiting to wake While I gaze in your eyes, caught engulfed in the greens And consigning my fate unto verdant ravines, My reactions, at length, become shyer and shyer Reminiscent of ravens at risk in the briar While I gaze in your eyes, restless, hesitant blues Overwhelming sensations with turbulent hues, I’m succumbing to waves of a storm battered sea, Being cast like a plank, never meant to be free While I gaze in your eyes, shadowed, Midnight Lake green Glowing hazy with dreams, misty thoughts so serene, Sudden silence befalls me, a fast sinking stone, Looming lost in your eyes, I am never alone While I gaze in your eyes, saddened, lachrymal blue, Spilling trickles of rain, pearls obscuring your view, I’ll attend to your anguish and feelings morose, Lightly kissing your tears, touching, holding you close While I gaze in your eyes, pulsing infinite green Of the earth and of heaven and all in between, It is simple to see that my hands can hold all Of the treasures I find which so humbly enthral While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re bountifully blue, I’m reminded, love’s lightning is granted to few... While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re blindingly green, I’m reminded, love’s lightning cannot be foreseen... Yet I hope... and I wait...
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3 Reviews Added on July 9, 2015 Last Updated on July 9, 2015 AuthorTerry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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