Your eyes contain the sky
Vast swirls of blues and greys
Eternal, vital, powerful.
They can be
As clear as a summers day,
As clouded as a winter storm.
Before you I adored
Nature, the dark wooden forests
That trapped me.
But you are of a different kind,
Freedom in its purest essence
Never ending.
Your eyes contain the sky
And I've been falling for so long
That I can no longer remember
The feeling of being on solid ground.