Like the sky on a cold winter�s morning
Your eyes are bright
And they reflect my small image
Right back
Your eyes are blue sapphires
All sharp and hard edges
Glittering, gleaming
But they shine fakely like
Dead jewels
Your eyes are blue droplets of water
Or little pools of liquid
Or perhaps those are tears
Falling from blue, blue eyes
Of glass
(c) Lishesque
Revised Wednesday 13 March 2002