Brown Eyes

By Sanyuktha

“Brown things are beautiful, like coffee and someone’s eyes”

Yes, his eyes are brown

Holding riches buried in the ground.

His eyes carry earthquakes that

 bring mountains to their knees.

Not the opaque brown of Earth

But of clear forest stream.

Tastes of pumpkin pie on a fall day

How they glow gold in a summer’s eve.

Beneath the iris of his rich brown eyes

Sparkles a cluster of a thousand stars.

Masking a glimpse of his soul

With his beautiful brown eyes.

His eyes reign queen

His eyes sing hazel lullabies.

It’s the eyes,

It was all in his eyes.

By Sanyuktha