Soft hazel eyes are narrowed,
Straining to inflict
Sightlessness to shield a heart
From grief that love inflicts.
Lies cannot change the truth,
Solitude cannot console;
Tears drench his pillow night after night,
For he is half a soul.
Ocean eyes are churning,
Becoming cobalt fire,
Burning endless yearning,
Unquenchable desire.
The surface skimmed cannot conceal;
Stained-glass windows to his soul
Illuminates a gaping void,
For he is not yet whole.
Glass shards of broken souls,
Kaleidoscopes in solo,
Merge and heal to mirror the peak
Of mountains embodying echo.
A river gushes its path,
Flowing the way its heart deems;
A tapestry is woven in moonlight,
Two souls entwined in seams.