stormy, your eyes
staring out into the distance
only accepting what is acceptable
like a gate into your heart
they prance the gardens of this earth
smelling flowers and parousing supermarkets
stormy, your eyes
sideways
looking at me across the pillow
telling me of your deeds and your adventures
always gentle, always free
like a bird escaping from a tree in the evening
just as the yellow light begins to flurry away into moonbeams
stormy. your eyes
exciteable and incandescant
radiating smiles and laughter
like water cascading through dark rocks
slowly, secretly flooding the deepest caverns of my already overwhelmed heart
For Heather.