i once knew a man

with amazing eyes.

i tried to tell him

about how incredible

they were,

but no words

rolled off my tongue

like i thought they would.

i thought they would slide

off from my tongue

and teeth

in a ripple

of magical

words.

i wanted to tell

him

that they were like stars,

but

it was

kind of

a lie.

I mean,

stars don't really look

like eyes.

Do they?

Eyes,

they sparkle like

stars,

but

they are more like milky-ways

in themselves.

They aren't just like

two stars,

but

billions and billions of them

all together in harmony,

spinning and hypnotizing you

to fall in love,

to dare to dream,

to make that leap

and take that

kiss.

All of these things i wanted

to say

but i couldn't find the words

to say them.

Funny,

i have the words

now,

but not

then.

Now I think his

eyes

were like tiny worlds,

miniature solar systems,

encased in clear stones

and blinking brightly

at me.

i know that when

i look at the side of his face,

his eyes

are like translucent

bubbles

covering

the black,

pin-prick

center

as it glows

in the sun.

Marble eyes

i would call them.

Eyes like no other.

I have only known one other person

to have marble-like

eyes-

eyes

with whole solar

systems

inside.

My grandmother.

She had marble eyes.

And i try to look at myself

sideways in the mirror

to see

if maybe i have them

too,

but i'll never know,

i guess.

i always thought that my

eyes

were more like flat,

grey,

bluish slabs of

stone.

They don't have the clear bubble

that holds all of the stars.

They are just cold

without depth

and warmth.

You cannot travel into

other worlds

inside them.

You only stay

right

here.