“Windows”
Eyes above a veil,
tiny windows opening
endless connection.
Steve D
Eyes above a veil,
tiny windows opening
endless connection.
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Hanging on the wall
or in the deep winter sky,
a guide for young eyes.
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Covering the face
draws the eyes to each other,
a sparkle of light.
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Each experience
a new glimmer, light, wonder,
relived through your eyes.
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So many questions
through babbled words. True wonder
shining through your eyes.
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We spent a morning
watching your eyes catch new light.
What do you perceive?
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Your eyes scan the field.
Do you search or lose yourself,
My dear guardian?
Steve D
Gold-flecked emeralds –
Bright stars under night’s blackness,
Her wild, loving gaze.
Author’s note: Jaed is one of the two protagonists in my story, a young woman who cares deeply for the few people close to her. Eyes are the first thing I notice about a person. A striking pair of eyes can freeze me — think Olivia Wilde. In the earliest notes for this story, when I had nothing more than an image of two young lovers trying to find themselves, the first details I developed were the dazzling color of Jaed’s eyes: bright emerald-green with flecks of yellow-gold. Green, hazel, and brown eyes and blonde-brown hair are common among Feldings. Jaed’s night-black hair is not, nor her bronze-tinted skin tone. Aston has light brown hair and hazel eyes. It’s remarkable how many cultural/ethnic details you can develop just from designing two characters.
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