I miss the color of your eyesA Poem by Craig Froman
Pondering the stirring alone of me...
I stand mystic on this auburn shore
Pondering the stirring alone of me
Waves fluttering like birds all astir …
Salt from the sea tastes of your skin
Zephyrs like your warm lips on my face
And gentle whispers voiced in my ear …
How I miss the color of your eyes
Same color as birthing skies at dawn
They melt me magic miles over miles …
Now you flitter come in daydreams
One day I’ll see the sails of your ship
As clouds roll on like the azure waves …
Drifting us mystic on this auburn shore…
© 2010 Craig Froman
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Last Updated on November 18, 2010
Small town, AR
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