I draw pictures
of the ocean
in your eyes
and then
go swimming
when the moon
silvers the water
with light songs
of our tomorrows
ever ahead
Blue eyes are a changeling sky
bolt-clear or clouded with rain
brown eyes reflect the earth
growing old as wood grain
green eyes hold the sea
beautifully insane
grey eyes, steeled by fire
come to powdered ash again
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