We are the blue-eyed people.
Our club, our secret society
exists unspoken among its members
We have a secret handshake--
A knowing glance speaking
of countless compliments
topaz sparkles
sapphire facets
tropical ripples
twilight skies
Each a likeness we like.
We portray false modesty
but quietly harbor
adoration of admiration
Others pursue mystery
in these precious stones
And untie their butterflies
when we challenge their gaze.
We see nothing unusual
Just chromisome chance
Yet possess the power
to captivate and perplex
Is it vanity? No
Pride? Perhaps
Each mirror moment
whispers thanks to our luck
Most can never enjoy
the perks of membership
But if today is your first
and the flutter of lids
exposes aquamarine
Then welcome, friend
Welcome to our club
Learn appreciation and acceptance
of compliments with grace
And know that silent self-praise
is okay sometimes,
But only in silence.
We are the blue-eyed people.