Muttering of her eyes
 

The Eyes,

Blossoming brown, speaking signs—profound

where often ocean slides and slips aside—a bit loud

be pleased with the fishes fluttering inside—unbound

lugging truths—unheard, untold for a long ahead 
 

Darning her dynamic delight—herself, an unveiled image

Wanderingly wonder the multi-magnetic voyages and visages

where the world weaves, preeminence peeps into transparency 

Speak through the sage, her eyes— an innocent accuracy 

Truths dwell into, unwritten bells turn blue, 

she, where through, the windowsills unfurl the hue

Ineffable, they are—strength, sensitivity, and spark, high and huge

motivation they wink, a long river where the emotions sink—breathfully blinks, drinks the blues

Murmur compassion, whisper attention—

embroidered lashes, peeping pearls—light flashes;

that dress for dazzling delights, chosen charm and tranquility that warms,

Yes, Athena of the modern Odyssey, they murmur.

And Athena’s untold trance

 

The moments 

where the fingers prom, the heart clasps

and the eyes invite for enchantment to fully grasp;

where delight, dignity, and divine altogether lavish

the unheard, unveiled bottom— telltaling a ravish

there between the spring and summer—

seasons of brightness and blinkingness—a chamber;

declares openly, a fragrance tinkles and tingles high,

continually encircles the blazing sights, a glory untie

Lyrically cuddles, sounding the unsounded rattles

and more often cherishes the unseen, unread letters

in great solace and lived the chosen allowance

as above poeticality—a melody serves as an affluence

Joyous the pleasure—all that the Athena ears

through her heavenly sacred eyes, hidden heartiness

thou gulping energy, embracing wholeheartedness

Astonishingly appeals—every potion thou plea.