#dilate
A certain quality of softer light prescribed, two points in the day are offered to allocate.
Regenerative from the back of each eyelid,
heat fed into the veins as it self designates, this heavenly state settles our frame of mind.
You can pause, vacate or choose to meditate as reflective thoughts are caught through play.
Seconds lost merge into magical moments, when there is no cost to slip away outside. Pupils dart and dilate as we contemplate, bright beams of yellow turn amber red on sight. Watch in wonder at the view from our third eye, helping transport and connect us to the divine.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 3:12 PM UTC
I’ve heard that pupils
dilate when looking at
something you love.
After 116 days you
called and I didn’t
want to talk but
you insisted so
I interrupted and
asked what color
my eyes are.
I even told you I wish
I had my mother’s green
eyes envious of my sister
for getting to wear them,
and that on a lucky day a bit of
shamrock can be found in
the muck of my eyes.
After that I’d widen my eyes,
and ask what color they were
that day. You’d always say
green, telling me exactly what
I wanted to hear.
I could never forget
the icebergs you call eyes
because they never did
change in size.
So a week later
I called and told you
exactly what you didn’t
want to hear.
And I no longer mark
days lucky or unlucky
based on what I see
others seeing in me.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
I think I love too easily.
I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.
I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
and why
herbal
caffeinated
I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.
Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.
And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
You are as bright as the sun, but my pupils will always dilate for you.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC