Your Eyes

Your eyes are painted

with stardust,

A heart that grows,

that rusts.

Your eyes speak

with a thousand tongues,

Paint the rooms with every

song sung.

Yet, the air is clear.

This beach has no waves.

Your eyes laugh

with the movement

of the wind,

heaven sent.

Your eyes kiss

with the passage

of time,

age-less.

There is no fear,

of future days,

of silience.