Emerald Eyes

It was bareness and black she'd wear,

to notice her emerald eyes so rare.

Or maybe to lure me into their gentle gaze,

piercing now and then, gems ablaze,

that forlorn space where my shadow lies

long in wait of her emerald eyes,

that light up a world enchanted.

From the depths of a forgotten night,

She called forth my own forsaken light,

that by her grace I may be given

a gift as precious as the a day risen:

to see for myself through emerald eyes, 

that light up a world enchanted.

• From “What My Fairy Tells", A Hymn to the Feminine.