sonnet 43

the prize of eyes is overrated now
when some disparage those not famed in verse,
preferring blue or green unfairly--how!
to disregard the others is much worse,
for those will never know the beauty found
in honest eyes of less poetic hue;
the life i seek in subtle shades of brown
competes with naught offered by striking blue.
i wish that you could see reflected in
these muddy swirls that catch me every time
the same i see of all that's ever been
when i realize--at last--this life is mine.
limpid pools thine eyes will never be;
more beauteous still that makes them unto me.

10/12/05
inside the back cover of my calculus notebook
could stand some revision.