Golden eyes

Eyes that glimmer, sparkle when happy
Or when you have amused her
Look now,  or does fear repel you?
Are you afraid to see the ice crystals
That have begun to develop there,  in their depths
You think you are able to always talk around things
Avoid, evade perfect tactical solution
You’re sure it’ll
Work out fine
Daring to look again, smallest glance
You start to reassure yourself

Till you notice
That the glittering smile, shining eyes
Are looking at the man who was standing behind
Waiting for her to look at him clearly
She can’t even see you now
Gliding past you to his embrace
You’ve realised you woke up too late.

Ailsa

Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley