Yeux Bleus

This poem, "Yeux Bleus", was written on February 25, 2016.

~Yeux Bleus~

By: Paige Taylor

It was this feeling,

Which seemed to pierce not only my mind,

But my heart indefinitely,

With thousands of tiny needles.

Though it was not the kind of painful dread

In which my soul had been anticipating.

No, these needles seemed to poke and pry at me,

Finally grasping my attention to these immortal pools of blue,

In which I am now undoubtedly grateful to call his eyes.

It had now become transparent to me that

There were no greater riches

Than the wealth hidden deep

Within the corners of his irises.

My acts of kindness to him, were

Never an obligation to ease his troubled, unsettling mind-

It had become a desire to do so.

I ~craved~ his happiness,

And caressed his existence.

It was not until then that I realized that these tiny needles

I had once mistaken for poison,

Were now intently digging and cutting away at everything

That attempted to cut off any and all emotion.

He was unintentionally unraveling whatever good

Seemed to be left in a tainted soul like mine.

I had become ravenously bounded to his ~eternal blue~

His heart was casted in a sort of wooden armor.

It is questionable whether or not reincarnation is or is not

A myth told by those who cannot simply accept death.

However, if I had ever deemed myself worthy

Of such an afterlife,

I would wish for death to ~grasp~ my poor soul

And engulf me in her sheer darkness.

Perhaps in another life,

She will release me back into Earth

As a wood pecker.