His eyes reflect the darkest of truths
each like a black onyx, drawing me
in the sweet of midnight.
As if you walk into a dim trial room
yet with reflections naked & brighter
than during those of broad daylight.
I gaze, wondering how endlessly
they speak of secrets my lips
couldn't have ever dared.
When I ask, why inspite of the
shadows that enshroud, do
his eyes smile and sparkle like
precious gemstones. He whispers,
to have captured me in them. He tells,
I stroll across them, lighting up
the lamps of dreams that have been
long forgotten in his black onyx each.