Maybe it was the room lighting
Or maybe it was just the right timing
But her eyes became the only thing shining
Much like a precious brown marble you hold up and examine in the sunlight,
to analyze and imagine the world inside.
Or much like a maple leaf floating from a tree;
the autumn sunset illuminating every vein of life in the leaf, as it falls to the sun-kissed tawny land of dreams.
Her eyes emit a shimmery serenity
Crystallized as the Tiger’s Eye
I continued to fall inside,
And Earth’s energy came alive.
As the window of her soul thrived,
Never have I felt more grounded, never have I felt more alive,
Than the blissful moment I looked into Her Eyes.