in her eyes, a forest

in her eyes dwells a forest
always reaching for skies,
a wood as ancient and wise
as the mountains ever-looming,
as the seas which dwell beyond.

in her eyes dwells a forest
nurturing by composition,
kept well-moistened by the rain

(which falls oh-so-often,
at least every evening,
when the sun’s setting, drenching
the sky in clearest crimson,
reminding clouds of pain).

in her eyes dwells a forest,
such a deep, longing green,
a hue so splendidly inviting
it devours me.