broken

it feels broken
because it is
shattered, fragmented
it might be repaired
with care
and super glue
it might look good enough
to the uninformed eye, but
it would still feel broken
because it is

Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann

grey eyes

i asked you the colour of your eyes
grey you said and i wondered
for i had never before opened my heart
shared my mind and soul
i had never gazed with my heart's love
into the soul of another through eyes of grey
i had been so very respectful, reticent
wary even, reluctant to enter
the valley of abandonment and chaos
which awaits the searcher who dares
to seek unabashed the eye of the beloved
entrance to the valley of their soul
grey they were, your eyes
filled with love and questions
old in the knowledge of pain and betrayal
young in hope and anticipation
i searched your eyes and lost my heart

Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann