Like an opus
The emeralds and silvers combined
And shone clearly in the blackness of night.
While a silent stream ran across pale sand
Those stars guided sailors and hopeless romantics.
The colours were interchangeable
But so beautiful and enchanting.
Those shining orbs beseeched
The terrifying truths of life.
Now we silently lie centimetres apart
And I stare into your eyes.
Oh you and your ocean eyes.
Storms rage in them and water crashes down in torrents.
Some days the sea is as calm as a haunting voice,
Sometimes you and your ocean eyes
Are shipwrecked,
Sometimes it is those cast aways that are.
Oh you and your ocean eyes;
Like an opus
The emeralds and the silvers combine.
Oh you and your ocean eyes.
-by holly boyd
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