poems for the young at heart

blink:

i opened my eyes.
yellow and gold and orange.
all combined with a metallic finish
almost like a trumpet's brassy surface.
towards the center, they got darker.
turning a dark copper,
like a penny
that had been toasted, lightly.
until they were met.
with a deep deep black,
as endless as the bottom of the ocean.
...
the color of his soul
projected perfectly through
his eyes.