19 September 2016
Disclaimer: Sorry that it has been so long since I posted last, even though their probably isn’t anyone reading these.
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I was so used to the calming sea,
drawing only blue
surrounded by only ocean;
I had only ever looked into eyes
that reminded me of the sky;
Eyes that flew with the birds,
and swam with the fish;
Eyes that would cry when they were sad
or squint when they laughed;
I thought that eyes could only show me the world,
if they were a strong gust of wind
in a reflective sky
or a wave in a transparent ocean,
that chased me down the shore;
I thought that blue
were the only eyes
that I could fall into;
because they were the deep end
of a shallow world;
the wide expanse
of a small planet;
and it’s true that when I looked into your eyes
that I didn’t see the world as it was
in oceans
and seas
or lakes
and ponds;
as it was in my glass of water
and my tears
and the soft kiss of rain;
no
when I looked in your eyes
I saw the world as it was
in the trees
and the dirt
as it was in the ground
and through the air;
When I looked in your eyes
I saw the roots of the trees
anchored beneath the grass
spitting and swirling every which way;
I saw through the water
that they told me was blue,
when it really wasn’t;
and I saw the life
in its rugged beauty;
your eyes were a hike
through the mountains,
with my hands sifting through the rocks
and my skin plastered with the kind of sweat
that makes you feel alive;
your eyes were not the chaos of indigo
or the abstract of sapphire
they were the warm caress of coffee
and the soft sway of a ponytail
when I look into your eyes
I don’t feel the rain send a shiver down my spine
I feel my feet sink into the dirt almost as fast
as my heart into your hands.
Great piece! well done
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