The blue eyed man’s piercing gaze peels back the layered shell
To my heart, and though I cannot hear what it tells me
Magnificent waves of purity radiate through my subconscious
His divinity is certain, but its properties are so ever elusive
deep blue iris’s crippling,
Smiling ear to ear with quivering lips
prison bars shaking from the rampant tears of joy
that tremble within the prison of his mind
experiencing an ever present beauty
Everything that exists is beautiful
As seen through those eyes
And just as the far off galaxies disappear
When the telescope zooms out
Beauty dies in those blue eyes,
No freedom is found in death.
I cry
I cry
And just as words on crumbled paper seem
poems never meant to be read
A beauty dies in those blue eyes,
destined to remain unseen.