I could've sworn. I've seen them before.
Those eyes. Those undying eyes of yours.

Somewhere in the depths of darkness I might have had a glance at them.

It was no illusion. I saw them.

They were timeless.
They were beautiful.
Too beautiful.
Demonically beautiful.

They were the most vibrant during rainy days when everything else seemed pale.

And every time I catch one of your breathless stares shamelessly thrown at me an explosion of these different emotions in every direction occur.

They were always changing
They were never consistent
They were strangely composed
and unusually fashioned.
That it reminded me how:
The harmonious and the chaotic.
The clear and the obscure.
The sacred and the profane.
Perfectly orchestrated with each other

They were the most gleaming during long nights.

Like watching countless comets gracefully illuminating their trails as they slowly vanishes in the horizon in a cold atmosphere.

Like watching a thousand unconquerable oceans with the winds, the tides and the stars
held captive.

Like watching the victorious moon slowly ascends reaching for the clouds after waging
war with the fallen sun
They never bore me
They never did
and I'm actually convinced
That they never will

For whatever genuine treasures that might still lie in its depths that I could not measure
or mysteries that might still be hiding in its vastness that I could not completely wander.
Ceaselessly, I'd still be willing to unravel.