Until Tomorrow

Your eyes are like
marbles in a
blue velvet dye  
where shadows and storms  
retreat when you smile,  
and sleep  
in its discernment  
is mankind's blessing
despite vague dreams  
that keep you guessing.  
A night's intermezzo  
is a pause from the day,  
when the mind turns slowly  
on joys or dismay.  
Your eyes are like marbles
in a blue velvet dye.
I know 'cause I've seen  
where your beauty lies.