“His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.”
“His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.”
“There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. What does it mean? I asked. A pirate needs the sight of the sea, he said and then he pulled his eye patch down and turned and sailed away.”
“I looked at his eyes. I was thinking: they are bluer than the sea.But then the sea is not blue at all, is it?”
“His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.”
“His eyes were eggy with blue yolks.”