Similes and Metaphors 2

The oil upon the puddles dries to colors like a peacock's eyes.

Behind me the bright lights blossomed.

How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, a spatter of rust on its polished steel!

You glow in my heart like the flames of uncounted candles.

The purple jars of night spill.

My heart is a nest that had song-birds in it.

A year has gone as the tortoise goes, heavy and slow.

The ship of my soul is rolling to port at last.

She is as sad as the sea-bird going forth alone.

Who throws their money around like dandelions into the sunlight?

Untrue friends, your words are ashes.

The veil of the night was falling.

Her cheeks are like the dawn of day.

The waters were crinkled glass.

Like the stars in the sky, we seem near though we are far apart.

My hope is like a candle-flame quenched at midnight.

The green carpet of the fields spread before her.

White clouds chase each other like scampering rabbits.

Long blue waves of music washed over my mind.

All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug with words.