Eyes to the soul

Winding down into the depths
her eyes see all that no others can,
through ageless time and loves demand
she gathers the mysteries of each image.
Projected in her memorys keep
she whispers tales of love so sweet
and the phantom of tragedies lost in time
in the faded pages of her mind.
She waits for he who lingers close
as he moves through her gaze in ghostly shadows
here then gone like yesterdays night
she will not give up her right to fight
for what it is that drives her need
the faceless soul of her mightiest dream,
sitting silent beneath the cold moonlight
in jewels to court his eyes to her
and lost he will be found
in her magic there.
The lady of the greenest eyes
told through tales since the start of time
the beautiful one who steals your soul
and in the wake of passion
leaves you whole
and begging for another taste
of life and the fire of her embrace.

not sure where this arose from, comments about green eyes…so I thought I’d add my thoughts in, lost in thoughts of beauty and magic. Ah, the passion of life.