Eyes of the Ocean

via Daily Prompt: Eyes

Where did the sun go?
And the love? The laughter?
The clear, azure eyes that she said sparkled
like the Mediterranean
in which you could go for a swim?

Blurry eyes.
“Cataracts” says the doctor.
I call them fish eyes.
Blind.
No wonder I swam straight into the net.

Forever gone was the big, blue ocean
where you could dream.
I was left on the streets
with nothing
but enough oxygen.
Perhaps
I am not a fish.

Eyes are the windows to your soul.
Then is my soul coconut jelly?
Wasn’t it the Mediterranean not too long ago?
Which sparkled?
And waves gently lapped at you
as you swam?