Girl with grey Eyes

I met a young girl today with grey eyes.
She was depressed and had a frown on her lips.
I walked up to her and spoke to her.
She did not say much but her eyes were the color of smoke and just as mysteries as smoke floating in the air.
I did my best to make her smile and laugh, when she would let her lips perk up and a smile start, her eyes would spark.
It made me wonder what was beyond those grey smoky eyes.
I started to meet her more often and talk to her.
I made her laugh and I like to think I helped her with what was bothering her.
One day after years of smiles and laughter I met her on one knee and asked for her hand in marriage.
Her eyes exploded with bright flashes and colors.
I was lost in her beauty once again that I did not even hear her say yes.
Years of a happy marriage and large family went by to quick.
I sat next to her as she laid in the hospital bed.
Her eyes still full of that bright glow, me still getting lost in them.

“Do you remember what color my eyes where when we first met?” She asked me.
She must have noticed me lost in her eyes again.
“They were very bright and full of beautiful colors.” I answered softly.
“No they were not,” she said with a cough. “They were grey and smoky.”
“But your eyes now are so bright, full of hope and happiness.” I said in confusion.
“Yes they are, that is because you have set my soul ablaze again. When we first met my soul was smoldering, my eyes were the color of the smoke from it. I could not see the good in life nor wanted to. I was hurt so many times before that I was ready to give up and let my fire die. Then you came around attracted to my grey eyes. You refused to leave even if I did not want you around at first. You made me laugh and smile once again, you breathed life back into my soul and rekindled the fire within me. The fire grew bigger and bigger as you stayed with me and treated me so well. The smoke in my eyes left my eyes and my soul shined through. That is why my eyes are so bright now, that the fire deep down in my fanned by our love. Now my soul is so joyful and happy my body cannot contain it any longer.” She spoke quietly and patted my hand. I squeezed her hand while she squeezed mine back, she let out a breath and became an angel of pure astonishing brilliant light.

Her soul was free, her soul continued to glow. She leaned down to kiss me goodbye, I felt her warmth on my cheek as her lips pressed against it. My eyes closed I did not want to see the truth before me. The women I love has become someone pure love. I opened my eyes to see her ascending towards the heavens waving me goodbye.

“Please do not go,” I quietly sob holding her now cold hand.

The doctors come in and tell me she is gone and there is nothing more I can do for her.

A few days past and the funeral takes place, I sit in the back after what seemed an eternity of handshakes and condolences from friends and family. I hear many complain about how hot it is outside. I look up towards the sun to see it shining high above. The poetic side of me says that is her watching over us, her soul still burning. I look back towards the front where the pasture is giving his speech and I feel a warmth on my cheek.

There next to me is my angel her soul still as bright and warm since the day I lost her. I do my best not to cry but cannot keep it in. She wraps her arms around me and holds me close. To everyone else I just look like a sad lonely man bent over crying. But I know I am a happy man in the arms of the women I once loved and the soul I still love.