Jewels in Your Eyes

 

I feel the tinglings of delight arise

like flaming orbs against celestial blue,

ebullient spinning diamonds in your eyes,

the ghostly suddenness of déjà vu

escorting me to sacred hideaways

of carefree youth, where every morningtide

unveiled its eminence in brash displays

of sunrise, amethyst and ruby-eyed.

 

At dusk the flush of gray and crimson mist

arrests my supple spirit in the guise

of balm and virtue, sprays of twilight kissed

by pearly haze, to tease and tantalize.

 

And now the blush of night intensifies

the gemlike black resplendence of your eyes.