I hold my phone.
So when i look from her eyes my gaze has a purpose,
To a frozen hue, that does not create beauty but only captures it,
That with a push of a button decides a moment more significant.

With one tap I may be part of an instant where I was never present,
Be felt on a continent I have never seen,
Consider a face I could never imagine.
And yet the blue in her eyes still scares me.