Blue Eyes
one of one
She had blue eyes, my girl. Bright and deep, these little lagoons that I could get lost in, circled around those little dots of starry-knight darkness. She told me once, moons and eons ago, that eyes are the doorways to the soul. And I looked at her, stared straight into those pretty little pools, and told her that her soul must be filled with stars, then – planets and galaxies, entire universes hiding behind her eyelids. She fluttered her eyelashes, dark and curled like a perfect frame, and said that maybe those blue eyes were the sky.