Reflecting fairy lights glimmer

and something makes me think how

people say they change color.

Sometimes, my eyes are a greenish-blue

especially when I look at the ocean

from a beach towel,

however, I don't see an ocean.

I see a lake, where

no matter how hard you swim,

you'll reach an end,

be it Michigan or the bottom.

Sometimes, my eyes are orange,

but only when the light hits it just right.

I see the sun in those,

filled with brightness until you look too long.

People say my eyes change color,

but to me they're always black,

either from a fitful sleep I woke too soon from,

or the runny mascara from tears that kept me from it.