Sonnet #9: Crystal Eyes

Hide your eyes behind cerulean dreams.

It is your eyes of crystal that haunt me.

‘though not hollow, just something rarely seen

Even in portraits sketched, or a masterpiece.

A mural, your eyes deserve to be in it

Though I harbor not the talent to paint

My pen a brush, your eyes be the pallet

Dipping the quill in your sapphire saints.

I’ll shade you in with hue of my ink.

And when your lotus rises with the sun

I will count each time you decide to blink

Then upon the canvas, your image done.

An artist captured beauty? ‘Tis a lie

Unless the easel holds your crystal eyes!

May 2, 2007