Deep amber eyes peer through the glass I sit and stare into, as the world whirls around me. They are the colors of milk chocolate and caramel swirled into one, with a warmth that radiates strength.

They show signs of age - or maybe a slight twinge of wisdom - but certainly still youth.

I lean in closer to the glass.

The light twinkles off the corner of the amber-colored orbs, and for a moment I am blessed to see every ounce of life they can hold.

But there's a darkness within that consumes the light rather quickly, swallowing almost every bit of brown left.

It is a sad kind of darkness.

The kind that starts in the eyes and progressively shimmies its way to the core.

Momentarily I am left breathless as I see a life within these eyes that hasn't been unleashed in far too long.

But whose eyes are on me through the reflection in the looking glass?

Logically, I know they are likely mine,
but reasoning left me long ago,
as I sit and stare at a sinner.


And sinful eyes peek back through hooded lashes,
full of desolation.

Am I the only one who sees the pain behind these forever-changing eyes?

Light and darkness.

Virtue and sin.

Beautiful and dull.

After a long moment - that may have merely been seconds - I blink and the racing thoughts fade.

While amber eyes fade a bit to grey.


© krystlereisler