Green eyes

I was in dust, lying on the crust,
Tightly sinked in late night's calm,
When a single, single elven jingle
Blandly, softly hooked my trust.
This heady balm put me into qualm:
In flames my soul begun to tingle..

Suddenly a mild beam from emerald gleam,
Saturated by flowers' and leaves' odor,
Breezy and melodic, tuneful and symphonic,
Charmingly dipped me into faery dream,
Where time was over by marvelous oder
Of green eyes look, deeply and harmonic..

Ages could pass in walking on grass,
Smelling pretty, rare singing fragrance
Of the blessed and pure land of cure,
Which I saw through green eyes' glass.
Like last dunce I lost myself at once,
But in sincerity was no place for lure.

We dithered, confused, below the stars and prayed...

I don't know when eyes in the forest's mist had faded...