Your eyes as black as the night (Marcella Boccia)
Your eyes are as black as the night,
a thousand shadows hiding in their depths,
where I lose myself,
and find the world I thought I knew,
only to see it vanish beneath their gaze.
In those eyes, I have seen the silence of forgotten stars,
the mysteries of moons that never rose,
and the weight of years that were never ours to touch.
Each glance is a storm,
a flood of darkness that pulls me into its embrace,
and I surrender willingly,
for what is light when your eyes are the very essence of the night?
Oh, the secrets they carry,
woven into the spaces between your lashes,
whispered in the language of shadows,
spoken only in the places where love dares not tread.
And yet, I know them,
those secrets, hidden in the depth of your gaze,
as if the darkness itself held its breath
just to let me see the truth in your eyes—
a truth that neither time nor distance can erase.
Your eyes, black as the night,
are where I dwell,
where I wait for the dawn
that may never come,
but still, I long for it,
for in the endless dark,
I am forever drawn to the light
that flickers quietly in the shadows of your gaze.
