korean-almond eyes

oh how beautiful - my magical little boy looks right now! he is asleep, and i am staring @ his perfectly shaped face, especially his eyes, his stunning, korean-almond eyes w their long european eyelashes. when he is asleep, his eyelids look like big, soft pillows that r as silky as velvet opera curtains. the movement behind those curtains reincarnates images in2 life: and i see a small boy amidst the grand solitude and impenetrable strength of the great wall of china, moving souls meandering slowly in the languid nights of manila, swaying palm trees and teal seas along the coasts of thailand, malaysia and indonesia; the bustling motion of folks moving through the noodle houses of tokyo, the crackling of shellfish shells inside the seaside food-shacks of cambodia and vietnam, workers toiling in laotian wet rice fields, praying monks huddling near burmese temples, and the energy of seoul, hong kong, taipei and singapore. i see the green steppes and vivid azure skies of mongolia, kazakhstan and the gobi, and dusty peasant villages in bhutan, kashmir, nepal, turkmenistan, uzbekistan and azerbaijan. i see caravans traveling in the vast deserts of the middle east and northern africa; and indigenous americans' of argentina, peru and mexico on up 2 alaska and canada searching 4 caribou, seeds and berries; and out east in the cold, cold north atlantic, iceland, greenland and norway, rising fishery smoke; and out west, the volcanic warmth of maui, and up north, the thermal islands off of eastern russia, and far down in the south pacific, women in breezy micronesia cracking open coconuts, and near dusk, men casting fishing nets off of bobbing boats in the royal blue indian ocean. and my magical little boy, sleeping soundly, in nyc.