In a certain light his eyes are the deepest blue.Like summer skies warm, inviting.
They contradict what his soul emits. Like the east wind on the cliff top raw, biting.
Don’t stumble, don’t fall. He won’t save you. Those bluest eyes will just watch as you grasp for understanding.
“The windows of the soul” such a romantic notion. Eyes are a pretence not unlike the ocean. Such breathtaking depth, but so often just shallows.