Captivating Blue Eyes

Alone upon the bench he perched, blue eyes locked in hollow stare, Like almonds long since plunged to earth, with little flourish or fanfare. A look of depth—an Artesian well, into which one could fall for days, Storied eyes of labors, and battles won, and fatherhood to those he’d raised. Our eyes became fixed across the way, the distance abridged by our pierce, For a second I saw deep into this man, as he tugged on a smoke something fierce. Now calm overtook as our eyes parted ways, in a flash the connection was gone, Yet my interest remained in this man with blue eyes, that told tales to which I was drawn. Approaching I asked if he’d mind if I snapped, a photo or two in repose, Smirking, his eyes took a skyward glance, suggesting dismay juxtaposed. Back in my studio excited I sketched, this face that was grizzled and wise, Watercolor splashes brought him to life, through the character of his captivating blue eyes.