Aidan's Eyes

Eyes of gold, brown and young,

which sparkle with mischief

Bold, spirited, have stung

my icy soul in grief. 

His eyes, strong dark castle

built with stone, fiery will

surrounded by thistle

in my heart he lives still.

Grey pearls in shining light,

glisten beneath the Moon

which lurks, and peaks at noon

in skies of awe and fright. 

At dusk they are green spheres,

changing hues in the sun.

Forests, color of dun,

Shades reviving grim fears. 

Clear Mirrors that reveal 
Sweet poison, blameless guilt, 

Swallowed me to the hilt

in a pure lake of steel. 

Deep abyss where I drown

black omens, two bleak swirls,

overwhelm my mind's twirls

entrapped, they stream me down.

Laid on a seaweed bed

a thousand tears I shed

to keep you by my side

when returns the blue tide. 

Enticing eyes, intense

which stir my veiled desires and ply me with pretense,

May you soon cease to tend

staring sharp-eyed, or it will take me to a sad end.

You shall disappear, spry love

or I will peer from above

after such eyes over my doom

have gazed, so as to seal my tomb.

A big thank-you to Emilynn and Brendan for their precious help.
Un grand merci à Emilynn et Brendan pour leur aide précieuse. 

Décembre 2012

Marie Sullivan