eyes

sprinkling star dust
like sugar i look up
and wonder
what makes the night so enchanting
is it the ever changing
shape shifting positons
or the knoweldge of
watching the past
before more
leaving me breathless and panting

the white stars shine bright
but they are not what i see
i look at the beauty of the night
its the darkness that i seak
for without the black the white would be
simply a dot without a glimmer
it is the black that surrounds the
stars that let them dance and shimmer

and i wonder if your eyes are
like the skies
and its the darkness in which i seak
its not the blue skies
within your eyes
but the wells of darknes
that comfort me