Eyes are the windows to the soul, so they say. But my love your eyes are full of the first dim lighting of the new day. A kaleidoscope of swirling colors. Different mixes, a painters painting of dancing light. Catching glimpses of both dim and the bright light, while displaying subtle shades of the same colors. From the calm to the explosive! Colorful display’s, like the first flash of the fishing lure, attracting a fish from the darkened deep waters. I gaze deeply into these changing globes of color. Contemplating these mystery’s of surprise, being surprised with the sudden colorful displays of changing conditions, like a sun rise at first light. These colors to your eyes playfully display dancing light, like the flash of lightning across the tapestry of darkened sky’s. A mystery of sorts, who stands behind the windows of the soul. Like a traveler who has come a long way, full of excitement, and exciting experiences to tell. Experiences expressed in total reverence and silence.
Who dares to look my way? Are these the same questions passing through your thoughts, along that outward gaze? Or is it just two strangers, some poor souls quietly window shopping while looking into the others windowed soul? Searching, and discovering, just observing new mystery’s, like anticipating the uncovering new lost treasures. Like the shimmering first flash of gold in the pan! Leading to a quickening of the pulse, with excitement of discovering something so precious. So it is my love when I see the golden colors, streaks of golden threads hidden among the different shards of browns to the blacks to your eyes. Like shadows that passes slowly across the days pathway. Illuminations of different textures, different never seen before shades of colors. Only to vanish with each blink of your eyes. A ripple cast upon the surface of a calm pool of water. The blink changes everything. What at first is the ability to see deep into the depths of your windowed soul. Disappears, with the subtle distortions of the ripple, changing colors and my ability’s to focus on them. But where is my privet voyeur view, sneakily stealing a view into your windowed soul?
Gently and softly you give the skin on my cheeks a fluttering of your eye lashes, like the breeze of the humming birds wings in flight. With the gentil cresses of your butterfly kisses, that warms my heart and soul. Slowly you once again looking into my eyes, with that mysterious sparkling, glitter like explosions of firework lighted sky’s. Splashes of glittering colors splashed within your eyes. Like a masters paint brush, who has masterfully chosen, vivid colors like those expressed in fine art.The fireworks of celebrating love is expressed with each bold yet barely noticeable breeze of your butterfly kisses you give to me. Contemplating the work of the mystagogue within a captivating trance. Slowly you draw the curtains to your windows of your soul. Closing your eyes, once again drifting off to sleep. Have I ever told you, I love those eyes?
All the best.
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