It's come to my attention that when people cry, their eyes often change color. |
Limelight Before the moment of tears, the tremble of the lip, the eyes are colored green. The watercolor effect transcends the image of rosebud lips, quivering, of diamond tears, pooling. The hectic jade hue manifests true sorrow, exercising boundaries, reconciling truth. Under the surface of flushed skin, of the heaving chest, a lacerated heart beats timidly. The tear-stained cheeks, the blushing flesh, contrast agonized eyes, the monster in the limelight. The illumination of the soul, behind chartreuse-stained windows reflects across an ocean of longing as rain streaks across the glass. After clearing the forest, the calming of the storm, those feelings, that color still remains, deeper than the ocean, brighter than the limelight, darker than the blush, richer than the diamonds. |