It's in The Eyes. Always The Eyes.

By Sharon Ekka

It’s in the eyes. Always the eyes.

The softness of gaze like that of rose petals.

The touch of glister like that of ocean water.

Bathing in brimming sunlight.

Those eyes are mellow.

Holding otherworldly warmth,

Ethereal beams touching earth,

Right after the thunderstorm.

Caramel iris radiates,

In a gentle rain, a dazzling starlight.

Travelling through Waltzing clouds, 

Falling on me, a breathtaking sight.

That stare provides,

Comfort of musky breeze

Blowing soft across prairies.

Grounding me, a gentle embrace.

Nuzzling me into the meadows’ grace.

Those eyes are windows.

Reflecting my very soul.

Knowing me more than I can control

Seems to know what is unknown.

Those eyes captivate,

Like that of whole cosmos.

It’s Holding me in place.

To you, it alures me towards.

Those eyes echo.

They say everything by uttering nothing.

Singing with the rhythm of my pulse.

Harmonizing with the melody of my heart.

That gaze is shy,

Hiding itself away in twilight’s sky.

But glimmering as it meets my eye.

A gift, a secret, only for my sight.

It’s in the eyes. Always those eyes.

That beholds the unspoken Adherence and devotion.

It’s in the eyes. Always those eyes.

That unravels the deep hidden Love and passion.

By Sharon Ekka