I Can See Your Heart

 

The sky on a clear morning

cannot match the color of your eyes.

They change with your mood,

now sapphire,

now violet,

now ice.

 

When you look at me

they are colored by love.

In the fire's glow

they change again.

As the day passes into night

they go amber,

smoky gray,

shadowed.

 

Gazing into them

I see your heart

utterly open to me,

trusting,

exposed.

I am powerless before them.

 

 

Ellie Ferejohn Maziekien


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