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*
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
with such a visage,
you could drown the world.
But you wade in the shallows
and you rescued me from the depths