For three years she has moved me
Through the wonders of her eyes.
Flowing wells that glisten,
And beckon within.
Her sudden movements
Change direction
To challenge or outwit
With the wonder of her eyes.
Furtive corners in the waters
Of her eyes, looking out:
A blink, a wink or shying tear
Disturbs ripples in my mind.
My heart's flow rises
When she smiles:
She is the well-spring of my life
With the wonder of her eyes.
Her hands direct the steerage
Of her course.
Sandboxes swell and dip,
And change to wonderous seas.
Her real dimensions are
Refracted, movements and directions,
Then defracted from my sight.
Imagine, her young colours
Looking out
Through the wonders
Of her eyes.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
For three years she has moved me
Through the wonders of her eyes.
Flowing wells that glisten,
And beckon within.
Her sudden movements
Change direction
To challenge or outwit
With the wonder of her eyes.
Furtive corners in the waters
Of her eyes, looking out:
A blink, a wink or shying tear
Disturbs ripples in my mind.
My heart's flow rises
When she smiles:
She is the well-spring of my life
With the wonder of her eyes.
Her hands direct the steerage
Of her course.
Sandboxes swell and dip,
And change to wonderous seas.
Her real dimensions are
Refracted, movements and directions,
Then defracted from my sight.
Imagine, her young colours
Looking out
Through the wonders
Of her eyes.
For my second born beauty, Margret Ellen.
