Your Blue Eyes
Your eyes are the ocean-
blue, skies made of emotion,
true as the purest devotion.
When you look at me – a prison!
I can’t move, barely speak, no reason!
You are the sweetest season.
How innocent these eyes are?
They shine, day and night,
like the most caressing Star.
When I look into that ocean,
I stay there forever, lost and bound.
Endless days, nights beyond any count.
Oh, don’t you ever blur this sky!
Keep your eyes interwoven with mine.
It doesn’t matter, does it – the time?
more by DIMITAR DIMITROV
photograph by Will MilneHire An Editor