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.