Crumpled paper covers every flat surface of his room, he can’t get the eyes right. He is usually very good at sketching portraits but the eyes were haunting him. It all started one day in his dream. He dreamed he was sitting next to the lake hand in hand with a lady dressed in a light blue dress. She had her head covered by an over-sized hat and her delicate fingers wrapped in pink lace gloves. Her brown hair did not move. It was propped and primped into soft waves that cascaded around her face and framed her small features. She was looking down at her hands and her long thick lashes set themselves ever so gently on her cheekbones.
He wondered who the lady may be but didn’t know how ask. He was afraid to speak lest the calmness be disturbed by his voice. He wanted to whisper her name, but what was her name? He studied her face and the bridge of her nose while her eyelashes fluttered with the breeze. She was exquisitely beautiful, perfect in every way imaginable to man and he wondered what she was doing with him.
He coughed gently, trying to get her attention and to feast his eyes upon her face. He saw her cheeks rise in a smile and the glisten of her teeth between her rosy lips as she raised her face to look at his. That’s when he saw her eyes.
He tried to sketch them again and again but nothing comes close to the captivating spell of her lashes. Nothing comes close to the arch of her eyebrow, nothing comes close to the glimmer reflecting in her iris, and no shade of blue comes close to the depth of her inner sea. He was mesmerized at that moment, captured in her jail and transferred to eternal salvation. Or is it damnation? He knew that it was then that he lost all sanity and no longer became a free man. He knew that it was she who held the key to his heart forever.
Crumpled papers turned to canvases and walls filled with pencil sketches, oil paints, water colors, chalks, and markers. Nothing of the ordinary seemed valuable to him anymore as he continued his search for the perfect eye. He looked forward to sleep every night just to see her again but sleep became scarce and hope disintegrated into madness. Madness that consumed his soul and he was left with nothing but crumpled papers and a dream.