Starstruck eyes

 

Spellbinding stars hold back

storm clouds behind dull eyes,

a thunderstrike against

the pitch-dark iris of night.

Cradled in lover's arms,

closed eyes don't see

the warm cuddle of light.

Just the empty embrace

of a heart kept out of sight.

 

And those eyes cast spells inside,

magic swirls whirlpool storms,

a million worlds, a billion places to land,

and I'm standing arms aloft

in this one

at the same time as

the hand that deals the cards.

Miracle or fate?

 

She draws a heart. Am I the one?

A king or a jack, or just a joker

in a deck of clowns?

Is the queen of hearts listening?

I lay my heart on its knees, as I beg

on the floor for the love beating

inside of me to stop hiding itself away.

 

Is fate a name or a destiny,

a place I lay my hat,

a gateway to chemistry?

Or a getaway from illusion,

the mystic conclusion

that love will break the mirror

that only shows

boredom and disillusion.

 

To finally see with

crystal clarity

that this world is

beautiful,

drop the dirt-stained

glasses that disrespect reality,

drink instead from the beaker of life

and taste its majesty.

 

And those eyes. I'm aghast

I see futures so perfect and vast,

stepping through the looking glass.

I realise the past was but a ripple

in an ocean of calm, one drop of a stone,

in a sea alone, now the world can

return as before, a wave after a storm.

 

Where love holds open its doors

and welcomes us in her hopeful embrace.