So….as my name clearly states, I am obsessed with the Masters………
Eyes of Grey
Eyes of grey…
Like a rainy day
They sparkle with a mischievous glint
Like a dime – fresh from the mint
They perceive the darkest secrets of an ordinary stranger
They narrow and darken in times of danger
These fateful eyes pierce the veil of time-
They observe the clues of an evil crime
Growing hard at villains does not well bode-
Squinting deep in thought at a complex code
Or staring vacantly into space
As the mind races to solve a case
They go wide and bright from a certain solution,
The brain not caring that the drug's a pollution
Dancing with delight – like an actors' on stage
Flashing and sparking in anger or rage
They grow dim with fear
Or soften….when a friend is near
Heavy, deep, and burdened are they, with many cares
Holding the deep dark secrets his soul bears
Beautiful…magnetic…troubling things are they….
Beloved Sherlock's….
….eyes
of grey.