eyes
her eyes were like the sky
bright by day
and hollow by night
even on her brightest day
you might still see the moon
the mother of the night
in her large dark ocean orbs
and her darkest night
always has a glimmer of hope
like the stars that dot the sky
but those stars have been going out
one by one
and her days have shortened and crumbled slowly
her sun is burning out
and her eyes, those windows that look like they are being constantly hit with relentless rain
and I just want to hold her
and close those sorry eyes
for an eternal peaceful slumber