Your Eyes 

Your eyes are ablaze

With the hues of green, gray and gold.  

And forever I gaze 

At those eyes gentle and bold. 

Your eyes are moss tapestries; 

Green as the pine trees. 

And these hues green become bliss, 

As they are hued by the sunset kiss. 

So the green unfolds to gold, 

And I melt as your eyes I behold.

Your eyes are the hazels gold. 

If Hesper had seen the beauty of eyes yours 

He would forsake the apples of the tree old;

And search for your gold, score after score.

Your eyes are the autumn forest groves, 

Those that the fauns use as alcoves. 

Your eyes, are of raphaelite hues; 

Of colors only conceived by a muse. 

Your eyes are the river’s slate 

Winking at me in blue and gray;

They shine in gentle pools ornate;

And they take me by rivulets away.  

When in the evening they nictitate 

The stars themselves they imitate.

And dream of dreams you become

As the day allows twilight to come.

Your eyes are the forest tapestries 

Hued with green, reflecting the trees.

Gilded with hazel gold 

By the sunset kiss ahold. 

And in accents, the gray slate 

Embroidered by the hand of fate. 

These landscapes that shine in eyes yours 

I would explore in dawn and dusk. 

From tree and moss, to your slate shores. 

Those forests of golden hazel husk.  

Over park over pale I shall wander in awe;

As I gaze on landscape by gods drawn

Lover mine,

Those Irises of orphic hues 

Would forever captivate the muse.

Oh vision of poets! 

Of golden hazels

And golden forests.