Your eyes, they still haunt me

Have you ever been left alone on the beach, 

Bare-footed with your toes half-buried in the sand,

On fine sand as soft as powder or maybe even like ash?

I have.

That gentle whiff of wind caressing your sun-burnt skin,

And mildly combing your hair as it sifts through,

The tiny spaces between each strand, stroking young scalp,

That calming chaotic melody of the almost rhythmic waves,

As they alternately kiss the sands until they reach your toes.

Have you ever found yourself alone staring westward,

As the day is getting ready to take a bow,

And witnessed the sun as it gracefully concedes to the darkness?

I have.

That majestic plethora of what seems like a million shades of orange,

As it slowly subdues the sky's blue with every minute's passing,

Bouncing from one cloud to another, 

Magically turning the sky into its own canvass with each stroke of light,

As the sun eventually drowns into the horizon.

Have you ever climb a mountain at dawn,

Reaching the summit during the night's deepest slumber,

Unconsciously being seduced by the stark darkness?

I have.

That gripping feeling as the almost star-dust splattered sky,

Holds your eyes prisoner to its awe-inspiring grandeur,

As you realize,the lights traveled light years to converge in one single sky,

All doubts on why mankind so much tries to explore the galaxies fade,

Because, after all, aren't we all drawn to beauty with a dash of mystery?

Time flew and years passed,

But that moment I saw them,

I was taken aback, 

They are exactly how I remembered them,

Yes, your eyes, they still haunt me.