Those silver eyes.

Those silver eyes.

Ice chips against the iris.

Giving me a young mid life crisis.

Stunning like the horrors of ISIS.

Those silver eyes.

Pale as the new moon.

Serious like a typhoon.

Polished set of new spoons.

Those silver eyes.

Wise as an owl.

Please pass the towel-

so I can clear the salt out of my eyes, so foul.

Those silver eyes.

Incalculable beyond measure.

The epitome of grandeur, I reassure-

that every time you blink there's closure.

Those silver eyes.

I can't help but stare.

Even if you glare, I'll bare the scare-

of having my retinas tied in your snare.

Those silver eyes.

Wash over me like the tide-

so take pride in knowing that every time I see them I glide-

on Cloud 9, taking angels for a ride.

Those silver eyes.

Deep in thought.

Look out at the world like the Lady of Shalott.

I know what you've got-

so please don't get caught up in the mundane things of life for naught.

Those silver eyes.

Black ink in lustrous pools.

Gilded pearl thread on dark ash spools.

Speak for themselves like a king to fools.

Those silver eyes.

Put any doubt to rest.

It's best if you grab your scarf and I, my vest-

so we can test if we're two birds of the same nest.

Those silver eyes.