Your brown eyes, as deep as rich soil,

Have stars in them like seeds about to sprout

And see the world in colors and patterns,

Believing in the moment without a doubt.

 

I wish I had mirrors reflecting in my eyes.

The grass was green and the sky was blue,

The grass are now triangles and the sky’s pink,

I wish to see the world in the way you do.

 

Your gaze is melodic, like crinkling tinfoil,

It sparkles and transforms into a stained glass sea,

In a sense, it also clouds your sight, too.

I know I see you, but you’ll never see me.

 

written by Saanvi Gutta

reviewed by Tryphena Pilli and Shivani Sukumar

 

Image Source:

(2020). [View through a kaleidoscope.] [Photograph]. Dr. Jiwani & Associates. https://drjiwani.ca/what-causes-kaleidoscope-vision/