Apr 2013
Just brown… those eyes.
Those eyes…
Those eyes… reflecting an oak’s quiet strength
Those eyes… singing with a cello’s maple voice
Those eyes… piercing with the promise of an acorn
Those eyes… hinting at the rich fertile soil of your bustling mind
Those eyes… revealing you as a treasure dipped in chocolate.
Those eyes…
Those eyes… just brown.
©2009 Michael Davis
Those eyes…
Those eyes… reflecting an oak’s quiet strength
Those eyes… singing with a cello’s maple voice
Those eyes… piercing with the promise of an acorn
Those eyes… hinting at the rich fertile soil of your bustling mind
Those eyes… revealing you as a treasure dipped in chocolate.
Those eyes…
Those eyes… just brown.
©2009 Michael Davis
I saw a description someone wrote online when asked what color their eyes were. The answer - Just brown. I wrote this and sent it to them. Hope they started giving a different response. It's not a "love" poem. I didn't know them and still don't. I just hope they learned something about themselves from it.
