She opens her eyes... a flash of blue, yet two shades.
A game of cards, a hand of spades.
One eye vivid and bright, a sky blue that suddenly takes flight.
The other eye is different, more darker and deep, a blue that hides in the shadows and invades my sleep.
Both eyes balance that darkness and light, I muse. Yet if I could, which one would I choose?
The answer is none for as long as the sun and moon still co-exist and the day still turns into night's mist.....
I will love her two shades of blue because darkness and light are still beautiful too.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
She opens her eyes... a flash of blue, yet two shades.
A game of cards, a hand of spades.
One eye vivid and bright, a sky blue that suddenly takes flight.
The other eye is different, more darker and deep, a blue that hides in the shadows and invades my sleep.
Both eyes balance that darkness and light, I muse. Yet if I could, which one would I choose?
The answer is none for as long as the sun and moon still co-exist and the day still turns into night's mist.....
I will love her two shades of blue because darkness and light are still beautiful too.
