Piercing the soul with a stigmatic touch
A glance of unspoken fear and foreseen knowledge
You stand there with eyes of blue moonlight
Sea tide green and sunset dreams
With boulevard romance and entangled circumstance
Wild
Free
And alone
Green as sea tides
Blue as moonlight
Sunset dreams in simple minds
Piercing my soul with a glance
The part "You stand there with eyes of blue moonlight
Sea tide green and sunset dreams. . . " Had a really great rythem building up in it, but you seem to have cut it off with "Wild" and thats when you start saying what the eyes mean, even if only briefly. But its really well done. Because as you said, you only saw them at a glance.
green eyes scare me, i always feel like i have the most to lose with them......good poem not the best but good
Nicole.J.Burgesss
Dear Ashley
The poem is really beautiful and I loved it.But on a personnal note I'm glad you noticed that my eyes do have a slight tint of blue mixed with green. You're like the first person to notice this other then myself. Everyone else thinks there gray. Please.
blue green eyes... it seems as though you are a prisoner now deep in their stare... captured... enraptured... folded carefully in their textures... what a fantastic feeling it must be.