Lilac Eyes
By: Fox
A tranquil tear gently rolls off scarlet. A luscious scent clutches her heart as she
dips her head to snuggle the flower to her nose. Her cheeks are flushed as she hides her
face behind the dew covered sweetness. Lilac eyes flicker playfully at the presenter.
A melody plays exquisitely behind her. Hollowed stems colliding with a jewel
from the breeze. Carried in the wind are seeds, often seen in flight. Vines crawling across
meadows of endless colour, only captured by painters, such as Monet.
Violet eyes turn heavenward and her arms soar to the vault of heaven to embrace
the ocean in the sky. Where she has seen countless stories acted by her imagination, with
a little help from the clouds. She dances with prisms and twirls with the wind. Her
earth-like hair outstretched, taking on the world in all directions.
Light banished, faeries of all intensity dance around her. A rumble trembles her
heart as a herd of remarkable spirits gallop around her, traipsing in air. Heads held high,
and wings the bloomed like the ground beneath her.
Above, thousands of trinkets she could stare at endlessly. Playing connect the
dots, pondering endless possibilities that visited her mind, too often, perhaps. She stands,
higher now, smiling, crying, gazing toward infinity.
“They say, a painting is worth a thousand words. What if words aren’t good
enough? The desire to see and experience new things, is in every mortals veins. Some
wishes are just harder to reach.†Are her thoughts, as violet eyes flicker toward where her
curiosity is being held captive.
Incased in her heart, these things. The scents, the music, the beauty... the magic.
The endless imagination, these thoughts.
“Perfect.†She whispers, and lilac eyes open.