Journey
As the mists of early morning rise,
I turn and gaze into his eyes.
The ocean I see with it's mysterious hues,
Thier forbidden treasures hidden beneath the surface.
The sun climbs higher in the sky,
I fall into the color of his eyes.
The myriad of bright, imphatic blues,
How they surround the black mirrored centers.
But as the sun peaks on high,
I am lost within those eyes.
They drown me in thier waves of blue,
Like the full moon pulls at tides.
The moon now shows, oh so bright,
And he closes his eyes for the night.
I return from that journey and I now know,
The depth and breadth of his soul.
- Michelle Wetmore