Close your eyes

Close your eyes and the stars spiral to their own music, the sky the softest black. Touch.

She arrived, beautiful

He waited for her. She arrived, beautiful. But not so beautiful as the look in his eyes when he saw her.

Blue eyes, blue skies.

Promises of new seasons.

A sharp nose poked between the slats, icy eyes sparkled. His cold greasy look on my body, I walked up to the window and knocked.

In the land that prized gold as the colour of eyes, Jaime was a mystery. Eyes the colour of fire that burnt forever. She saw it.

We shall meet again when stars split the skies and melt into our eyes.

The longest night. Clouds covering thin moon. Few cold stars silver in the black surrounding sky. Golden eyes blink slowly, twice.

People with beautiful eyes are dangerous as fire.
People with dangerous eyes are beautiful as ice.
See me, follow me, take me with you.