Your Eyes (For L.)

Where my soul

would be sent to journey

every time I look into your charming,

sorceress eyes? I simply don’t know…

When you were born

out of the purest and most precious love,

our eyes have met

for the very first time and I was lost.

Into the blue

of the deepest ocean,

souls traveling in concert

the magic of the unexplored dept.

I just need to look 

into your eyes… and my soul is off…

into a nebula of silver stars

where the angels meet to dance.

Sometimes, I like to loose myself

into the dreamy, sleepy blue

where we sit together

at the bank of the quiet lake behind the house.

And sometimes,

quite rarely indeed,

I look into your yeas, and later weep

into my hands, in secret.

Because in your eyes,

I see my eyes –

reflected, smiling.

Even if there’s nothing in my life to smile about.