Behind the Glass

Let them be the crystal blue eyes 

Always full of life and energy 

But rare gems that call out to sea

I would rather be brown eyes 

holding secrets within the color of trees 

Holding history like fossils of the past 

To have the depths of the universe 

Embedded in the oak color 

To be able to captivate someone 

I'd rather be warm and close 

Than be cold and distant 

If rather hold the depth of the universe in my eyes 

Than the depth of the ocean