Transcendence

Just a small poem I wrote about a pair of eyes I saw earlier today.

Transcendence; A state of euphoria, an experience that can't be articulated through language alone. Objects in this universe gleam with splendor reminiscent of an aurora. They could be anything; we expect grandiose, glamour, large scale wonders that tower before our vision. One forgets to glance at the little things that all add up to the marvel of physical and ethereal existence, such as a pair of eyes. Eyes that shift light like a cascading waterfall, dancing decadently through oceans of the color spectrum. It's meant to be visualized by the world, and to visualize the world. For the finality of one's own reality is subjective, and can all be viewed by a pair of stunning, enchanting eyes.