~

"Walking through the fire,
his eyes hidden secrets,
revealing promises,
telling stories and loves.
The brown of his eyes
were brighter than stars,
or the treasures of a whole new world,
or even the adventures in the past.
His eyes were riddles, 
mysterious constellations,
oscillating in the equilibrium 
of the universe.
When I was lost, in middle of
notes, sounds and rhythms,
those eyes guided me, 
to find light behind the darkness;
when I was afraid and confused,
they whispered me kind words;
when I was alone, in the dark,
they invited me to a dance,
and than, I wasn't dancing alone anymore...
Even with uncertain footsteps,
they brought me security,
and I had hopes that
better days would come...
His eyes, sweet and comfy,
were the clear sure I needed,
to be able to again, believe again in miracles. "

To H,
with all the 

affection,

Y.

00:17hs.
16/12/2019.