Sunrays leap through glimmering amber-speckled eyes,
Enchantingly beautiful, intricate, they’re infinite,
Reflected trees falling, dancing amidst your ridges,
Playfully exploring the magical landscape of Iris,
A forest in your eyes, late-Autumn-deep-brown,
I could explore for eternity your arbor,
Touching ever tree’s bark, as if to leave a mark,
While knowing the foolishness of such a thought,
Exploring anyway, enjoying the journey,
Sacred meadows and mountains, seared to my soul,
In amber.
Amber
November 10, 2008 at 12:24 am (Uncategorized)
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