I miss the color of your eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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…

Reviews

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. ahhh ... beautiful ... intensely beautiful ... when it comes to words, you're a connosieur ... (i'm a street poet) ... the aura of your poetry is magnificent ... and that's why you can write something so brilliant about eyes ... even though it's a subject that's been written about ... and give your subject a new hue ... a new dimension ... a whole new shade of eyes ... amazing, just amazing ...