It came from the fireplace,
emerged past the races
that lit all of humanity
and the traces,
I never
known
but seen
it.

Eyes, green, brown
and blue
and yet,
the justifiably gets wrapped
up in vices of dreams.

If colors of eyes
It was our skin.
And it is,
belated,
No eyes as green
hypnotically
as the seas are like to dream.
And blue eyes like a stream,
unpolluted like a feat
and brown eyes are amazing
considering the woods are so.

All our eyes are related
and the skin's
within.