Bluest Eyes

I swam in eyes of blue today
and felt the sparkling irises
wash over me. I fell beneath
the eyelid waves and floated in
the azure whorls of crystal lakes.
I dived in pools of liquid sky
and dodged the flecks of indigo.
I found the mystic islands—stones
that ripple mellow waters of
the periwinkle ponds. I lost
all sense of reason in the bluest eyes.