• warm_foothills 12w

    Song of the Pacific

    The brown
    in your dark iris,
    Glowing amber like forest fires.
    The whole wide universe
    could fit in your eyes,
    If you could adjust
    to the new light.

    The depth of ink
    in a poet's diary,
    Same as the depth of lake
    stagnant in your eyes.
    And as the photon stream
    channels gently through,
    The simmering light tells about
    the heart living inside.