Your Eyes

Your eyes
Are brown.
You say
They're made
Of mud,
But they
Are woven
Of deepest earth,
The ore
Of a gold mine,
With nuggets
And secrets
Sparkling
Inside…

Your eyes
Are brown.
You say
They're made
Of mud,
But they
Are the dust
Of the Earth,
The material
Of flesh
From which
All things
Come
And all things
Go.

Your eyes
Are the foundation
Of the very
Planet
We live on,
Their chocolate hue
Melding with
The magma
Beneath
Our feet…

Your eyes
Are brown.
You say
They're made
Of mud.
But I say
There is beauty
And pride
In the color
Of the Earth.