eyes like forest
thrown with amber light
warmth the colour of whiskey,
or apple cider in the dead of winter -

eyes like forest, not in colour but in mystery
in depth, secret life and motion
and when closed, in quiet peace
like the silence of the woods, only
the small sighs of the earth and
life's rhythmic breaths rolling through the calm -

eyes like forest,
alight with fire, bursting colour and light,
and sometimes sweet and deep as honey,
pooling
slow in natural luxury.