Laura’s Eyes

Laura’s eyes is what I love--
the eyes of night with gentle light,
like precious gems cut into
size of pearls, all wrapped
in green and blue
and all the mystery of black--
Yes, those are Laura’s eyes
that shine like a cat’s eyes
through my heart--
the moon-kissed eyes--
they shiver through the lakes
and break up my lazy days
of steel-like silence.

O Laura’s eyes, O Laura’s eyes--
they are the ones that laugh!
Of them I never have enough!
 

                               February 17, 1988
                            --Alexander Shaumyan