still as the wind
would allow me to be,
witnessing her
as vibrant
as only a dream
would seem.
eyes of green,
eyes of dream,
eyes of fading leaves
in a hot August sun.
still as the earth
would allow me to be,
absorbing her
as impermanent
as only a revery
could ever be.
eyes of green,
eyes of dream,
eyes of shaded clay
under blades of sage.
still as the fire
deep within my heart
could burn.
gazing longer than I should.
still as the the gentle ocean
of her chartreuse eyes,
reveling in her
marble meadow,
with those twin ponds
of green,
in a passe-partout of
ebony locks of wilderness.
gazing longer than I should.
gazing longingly
at her eyes of endless summer,
eyes of green,
eyes of dream.
Jan 25, 2024
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still as the wind
would allow me to be,
witnessing her
as vibrant
as only a dream
would seem.
eyes of green,
eyes of dream,
eyes of fading leaves
in a hot August sun.
still as the earth
would allow me to be,
absorbing her
as impermanent
as only a revery
could ever be.
eyes of green,
eyes of dream,
eyes of shaded clay
under blades of sage.
still as the fire
deep within my heart
could burn.
gazing longer than I should.
still as the the gentle ocean
of her chartreuse eyes,
reveling in her
marble meadow,
with those twin ponds
of green,
in a passe-partout of
ebony locks of wilderness.
gazing longer than I should.
gazing longingly
at her eyes of endless summer,
eyes of green,
eyes of dream.
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