Gathering storm clouds loom
grey and foreboding
but eventually they make way to
the slow clearing of the squall,
into a hazel sunset

The blue-green of a jealous clear sky is
envious of the
luscious grass below and
responds by reflecting as
a tender agate.

A gentle amber glows warm
and cozy, beckoning
a drowsy comfortable

The colors of your changeling gözleri*
never cease.

They speak lifetimes before me,
and put to sleep my wrestling demons.
They usurp my insecurities unquietly,
and reprimand my trembling soul.

Those limpid prisms of honesty
perceive everything.
with such a visage,
you could drown the world.
But you wade in the shallows
and you rescued me from the depths