©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson
You looked at me through soft blue eyes,
expressions you did not disguise
of courage, anger, love and pain,
compassion, humor, wry disdain.
My image of kind eyes, it’s true,
is painted just your tint of blue.
And azure, while I’m here on earth,
will be my default shade for mirth.
The sky-lit brilliance in your gaze
impacted me in countless ways.
You calmed my spirit like the sea
and held as much of mystery.
And oh, that lovely seafoam stare,
attracting women everywhere.
Who wouldn’t have enjoyed that view?
It was a joy to look at you.
In shades of blue, those eyes could kill.
LaCoste t-shirt (I have it still).
No wonder that your favorite hues
were lapis, cobalt, powder blues.
But clothes and looks are fleeting things
that yield, at last, to angel wings.
What matters is the gift that lasts,
the goodness those blue eyes held fast:
Your soul, sea-deep, its treasure vast.
If this poem resonates with you, you might also relate to Reflections on Reunion.