After the glare of the city lights, I thank the gods I can find sanctuary in your black twilight eyes.
In moments when I sense deep love, when my eyes rest and all is black, I am right there in your black eyes, so at home in your soul.
Your black eyes are the poetry of the universe told in moments, moments that weave together to form the fabric of our lives.
I see the black heavens in your eyes, I see a soul divine, one brighter than any star of the night sky.
Your eyes are the browns of richest rain soaked earth, yet in this sunrise, before the light fills the stadium in which we rest, they are the black of every storybook night.
You rescued me with your black eyes, for with one look you saw my soul, you saw what nobody else ever could. In that moment I felt real. I felt that what I believe I am can indeed exist. I knew that there were others the same as me. And so this rescue, this horse I offer, belongs always to you and your kin. For you are the heroes of this story, the ones still warm within.
Black is the colour of comfort for the heart and soul, for when we are in total embrace, when we are so protected by love, we are in that most divine cocoon. And so, in your black eyes I see home. I see a glimpse of the eternal, of serene divinity.
My eyes are the deepest shade of the richest earth and they speak of how I belong. My eyes shine with the love that is within, the same love that spreads throughout the black expanse of this amazing universe. They are made from atoms born in the brilliant stars, as is the rest of me.
I thank the universe every day for these black eyes, for there is beauty in the night, and when they reflect the light they make tiny stars. I think God knew that I would have so many colours inside, that my soul would show best through black. I am the rainbow, and the stars, can't you see?