I used to think my eyes were common

I used to think my eyes were common Dark coals burning behind glass shields Keeping in thoughts, seeking so desperately for someone to appeal always shifting my goals I thought brown eyes were common and no one would see the beauty within that I hope there could be dark circles from nights spent dreaming of you eclipsing my logic and spoiling the view But it seemed that the rage was for blue eyes or green or hazel or golden or tinted so keenly the rainbow of colors seems sought after greatly but then there is brown like the dirt of the ground and I thought it was common and ugly. But in my brown eyes, lying darkened and deep are the dreams and the wishes that hungrily sleep always keeping mysterious thoughts in my head like a bittersweet brooding, dark chocolate is fed through my eyes I can show you the wells of my soul Love and passion, slow-burning, that's barely controlled And loneliness, strong like the darkness of night And humor can sparkle like milky starlight When my eyes melt and soften like an unheard sigh I might look on sweetly, but seldomly cry For such things are frowned upon as a guy But at least, perhaps, I'm a little more wise To find some uniqueness in my chocolate eyes Which need no more color or lighter disguise Mark Burton Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005, 12:55 A.M.