Your eyes, those two bright stars,
Are the windows to your golden soul,
Radiating the spectrum of your emotions
Like the sun on its afternoon throne.
They glow with mirth as sweet as sugar
A shining, silver sheen spilling out like moonlight
As the world flips through the air to
Bring forth the tinkling bells of your laugh.
They grow wide with curiosity
Trying to piece together the puzzle of
This modern world that has been crafted for you,
Soaking it in, reveling in its magnificence.
Those eyes, like darkened waters reflecting the moon
That will later witness the horror and beauty of this thing called life,
That will advocate for your causes as much as your words do.
Your eyes, those two bright stars.