Only in her eyes could
The ocean have found its depth
Eyes like fine amethyst
Eyes like crisp, tangy water
Oh, but boy, a lake above an ocean
High minded and small,
You'll never be enough to see those eyes
Never know what traces the pattern of her mind,
What wanders and wonders in the wind.
I can taste chaos
And she can see magic.
We lay on the pavement
Whisper the petty things
Exclaim the strange things
Ponder things we don't understand.
I miss the smell of the ocean breeze,
The taste of ancient salt,
Being myself in that gracious sand.
Only in her eyes could
The ocean have found its depth
What the ocean found there,
She keeps that inside.
Inside her reservoirs she keeps
Her dreams, her aspirations,
Her sorrows, and her indecisons
Pools that swirl with more emotion
Than any have yet to perceive at a glance,
Even with hours and hours,
Months and months of knowing those eyes
Not a one has yet to perceive what colors swirl inside that mind
But I wonder, and I wonder a lot.
(23 April 2015)
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An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers
PoesíaThere once was a sad girl, not that long ago, in a kingdom not so far away. Perhaps a glance into her somber scribbles might help you on your quest to scribble for yourself.
