By Shawn Marc Carreon
The eyes of heaven entrap your beauty,
Lights profound, highlights you merrily,
Steadily, as your hair attends to the wind,
Along with my breath, stained with sin.
I couldn’t bear the tears that kiss your face,
Your hair that imprisons your molared eyes,
With skin as cold and white as winter,
Summer had left your eyes for a moment.
Just for a while, let your fingers fit through mine,
The spaces collide as galaxies stretch,
Stars flutter in your eyes as I stare,
Tonight…the universe is you.**
