A World In Her Eyes

A world breathes in her eyes.
A world where wild orchids bloom
in balmy, gentle summer evenings;
Where yellowing leaves gently flutter
in the crisp, nippy autumn breeze,
Leaving behind the fragrant promise
of pine needles in following springs;
Where a lone bird, its wings broken
dares to soar against endless skies.

A world passes through her eyes.
It passes through sunlit nights
that lie awake chasing starry days;
Through the swell of a sea rising
and falling in their depths unseen;
It passes through lonely country-roads
leading the way home for pilgrim souls,
Together with busy, uncaring city-ways;
Through joys that endure time's ruthless calls,
and just a few occasional sighs.

A world whispers in her eyes.
It whispers in the silent wind rustling
the mangroves growing on their shores;
In conch shells scattered on the sands
echoing promises of journeys bittersweet,
beckoning me to a future dimly lit,
and still, with strangely familiar lands;
It whispers in the honeycomb of stories,
folklores told a million times, yet untold;
In the skein of words that nightly unfold
in a legend of love, binding silken ties.

My world rests content in her eyes.
Content to be born, to breathe and die,
through countless cycles of eternal life;
Content to bead with her name a rosary,
chanting it through joys and uncertain strife;
A world where weary souls rest their feet,
Where wounds heal at the touch of a smile,
A world where rains soak parched lips,
Where dreams outlive reality all the while;
My world perched on the wings of a rainbow,
Smiles with her, and with her tears cries.

It is this world that sleeps at peace, in repose,
As after a long day, slowly her eyes drift close

Wow! this really captures the reader...nice

thanx a ton!!

i like it

Loads of very nice imagery in there Prana! Very hard to do with out a ton of cliche's and you seem to have avoided that very well. Nicely done.

thanx a lot...appreciate it!!!