Why must you close them

O,
my prevailing thoughts forsake me,
as I stare into the depths before my eyes,
the charming reverie I catch,
on the tones of topaz out of reach,
the pools of midnight lazuli,
forfeit my need to think clearly,
when I watch you watch me,
gazing intently,
as the lashes I have always seen,
blink the tears that have never been,
from the spheres of perfection,
I face,
in the eyes of you,
my love,
you embrace me,
if love is in the eye of the beholder,
what better sight to behold,
than that of the eyes that tenderly pick,
you out of the growing crowd,
where does all the color go,
when winter brings its cold snow?
to you,
your eyes,
they hold the key to life,
my life,
there in their flecks of amber,
sealed with a kiss of gold,
arching over midnight skies,
flecked with silver stars,
and the blackest moon you'll ever see,
is in the center,
staring back at me,
the smiles it brings,
to my lips,
I digress,
to fill the world with tiny bits,
of jewels,
of like colors,
but now you see,
you close them down,
with lids so pale and sweet,
your lashes brushing on my lips,
as I kiss your eyes,
to sleep.