Magic Sight

Wanderlino Arruda

The beauty of your eyes
I judge, I analyze:
They’ve the brightness of a green sky
in perfumed colors of a thousand moments.
Your look has majesty
in the twilight of a pale green light,
in tenderness and warm afternoons ,
in the myth of an enchanted flight.
Your eyes, a true splendor,
captivate my soul
and my life.
Your eyes radiate,
your eyes vibrate
transparent dreams
in a southern direction
to the East or west,
toward the infinite.