It is incredible,

How so small of stares - often end up,

Giving the most enchanting moments to some souls.

 

The subtle strokes,

Made by those chestnut pupils,

A placid feeling in my heart it instills.

The sun gleamed on every one of these streaks,

Unravelling, the depth with which our eyes meet.

His eyes glittering more than the stars,

And glinted in the sun, like shards of glass.

 

This…

Felt thousand of years old,

As if somehow it could never mould.

 

Are these the gateways,

Opening the most utopian paths,

For an unwanted soul to race,

against the shadows – the time casts.

 

When I look at them,

I could feel his very soul,

Oh, I loose myself entirely-

And let myself fall.

 

They are my safe space,

More trusted than my own nest to me,

For its my ultimate solace,

As he said – “I’ll never let you leave.”,

On his lashes when he settled me.

 

And I never did,

As his tears always nurtured me,

Long after,

When in the coffin – he saw me…