Dreams Like the Moon in His Eyes

This is from a much longer story in verse I'm writing, so it's quite out-of-context, but I really liked how this stanza turned out.  Sometimes, like today, just one perfect-seeming part lights up my day.

With a careful hand,

Like the pages are woven 

With fairy wings,

Grayson flips to the quotes section,

The one with just a few lines per page,

Hardly any words,

But entire oceans,

Light glittering across their surfaces,

Between the quotation marks.

I can see those same seas in Gray’s eyes,

Sparkling under the sun he sees

Within those pages,

His ideas dancing like stars

Across his irises,

Dreams floating like the moon,

Silver shadows below the lids.