Lost In His

And there’s a man,
his dark eyes,

like a night without moon and stars,
not blue like the ocean,
but I drown in his gaze,
deeper than the sea can hold.

And his hair,
like a shadowy forest, 
without light,
but I’m willing to get lost there.

Yet his smile,
warm and bright like dawn,
redeem the darkness of the night that has passed,
guide me to daylight.