Blue Eyes

• Alex Macqueen, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

On sunny days;
Not a cloud in the sky,
I look up, and see blue eyes,
They blend with the sky perfectly,
And through everything they see.

On cloudy days;
No light can get through;
I look up, and I see you,
But you still light up my life,
You slice through the darkness like a knife.

On rainy days;
My mother cries;
She swears that she had seen blue eyes,
And I look up, and there you are,
You’re my angel, you’re my star.