The Man with Blue Eyes
I once met a guy, whom I saw eye to eye,
mine of emerald green, his of bluest sky.
His eyes did not see, quite the same as mine,
he, the death of darkness, I, the luster of shine.
But what had darkness to offer?
What could death imply?,
that would seize such beauty and color of the bluest eyes?
Could he be, so unlike me?; could blue just not have seen?,
the brightest light, that pierces night, as the emerald green?
A sight unseen by my emerald green, so as not to understand ,
how the hue of the brightest blue, suddenly so bland.
Not in my sight to see the night, cloaking death 's disguise,
As did by, this once met guy, behind the bluest eyes.
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