Golden beams shined through the stain-glassed windows,
Decorating the floor with rainbow colours.
The brass bells were swinging, interfering with the light
Making a dance floor.
Your eyes, lit up from the glow and I noticed your narrow pupils,
The opposite of mine.
Across the lake the branches filtered the glistening rays,
Reflected on the water it created an opal pool.
The chuckle of tiny waves lapped against our wooden rowing boat,
Oars slicing through the sea.
Your eyes, a galaxy of blue gazed through the turquoise underwater kingdom.
It was easy to forget the mountains,
Their fierce, facades beckoning from above.
So I dived in, piercing the reflection with ripples.
Immersed in the water and the beauty and,
Your eyes. Blinking the water away from your own stained-glass windows,
Streaked with blue and green.