You compel me
The whisper of your eyes
Seeking purchase in my soul
Unfolding as petals of a rose
So sounds hope when dreams awaken
The vision of your eyes shared with mine
Of things unseen
Yet real
For I believe in transcendent things
In you – us
The somewhere, somehow, everything
Heart begs mind conceive
Believe
…still
I have only heard the sighing of your eyes
Echoing mine










Swoon…
So damn beautiful.
“The whisper of your eyes
Seeking purchase in my soul”
Wow
What color are your eyes? 🌼
They were blue now they are green.
Magical or contacts? Just wondering? 🌼
Natural.
I have three eye doctors: a neuro-opthamologist, a dry eye specialist and a plain old opthamologist, lol. They all said it can happen sometimes with autoimmune conditions 🙂
That’s what I thought – magic!
Mine are hazel, they change naturally
Hey, my eyes are light blue, if you wanna know! lol
Your write is wonderful. I do seem compelled by the easier nature of love poems/prose. This write fits that purpose. Well done.
Love poems save me from having to write about war, politics, and religion. And an added bonus is that I get to find out the most interesting things about people. 😂
Thanks for the read!