Wistful Wednesday Presents: The Color of Your Eyes

I wonder about the color of your eyes—

How it shifted and sparkled like the surface of the lake under the kiss of the sun—

As bright and beautiful and uncatchable as the light itself,

A mirage I cannot capture in the eye of my memory

Blinded as it is by the shifting sands of the hourglass

slipping

through

my fingers,

and burying all that I have left of you.

I wonder about the color of your eyes—

Forming your image in my mind as if you were standing here before me—

Your glittering pupils tracing my eyelashes

and I am melting into your gaze

drowning into your dark pools

surrounded by the color—

But then I blink…

…and I miss it.