Eyes

Every time I see a girl, I always think the most attractive thing about her is her eyes, so I wrote a series of poems about girls eyes. The first is about blue eyed girls, the second about brown eyes. There is a third one, but it isn't done, but its about green eyes.

Paralyzing

A single moment
of stillness.
Not a single sound
was heard,
but two hearts
beating together.
Her smile
was a kindly
and sweet smile,
and her hand
was reaching
for his hand,
But he froze,
because her eyes
were icy blue,
and they
were paralyzing.


She had dark ocher eyes,
seathing with mystery.
She smiled and laughed,
skipping out of sight.
Her movements
were like running water,
flowing over the rocks.
She kept just out of reach,
Dancing and singing
through the trees and bushes,
And then she vanished,
Just beyond the oak.
And that was the last,
The last time I saw her,
The girl with the ocher eyes.