Blue Eyes

Bright blue blue sky, lightly painted with wisps of fluffy clouds. It sits just on the vast horizon where the sky meets the ocean, the blurry division faithfully guards the start of the canvas where the darker shades of blue are painted onto it. With the green undertone, each layer of the marine blue grow richer and thicker in colour, only to be broken by brushes of white as the wind forces the wave-tops to crush onto itself.

I looked around to find two different shades of blue; The iris blue perfectly circumscribes the sphere, whereupon folds of violet line in furrows along the circumference, and on approaching the centre, gradually give way to the radiant yellow-green that disperse in directions like the rays of the gleaming sun. In the middle, a vibrant sapphire blue, like the Great sinkhole of Belize, describes an alluring depth, a window to her mysterious soul.

She has fiery auburn hair that sways and flirts with the wind, yet the tame fringe rests comfortably on her forehead, half covering her alluring blues. Her pink lips framing the neatly displayed pearls, that when she smiles, the up lifting smirk brings the whole world smiling too. If ever angels be, for God's good purpose enthroned in mortal form, they may be, without impiety, supposed to abide in such as hers.

It was a sun shiny day at Victor Harbour, and I did not have a camera with me, so I took a mental picture. But trying to describe the image is a crime, for words do not speak the essence of her beauty.