Monday, January 7, 2008

His Eyes

His Eyes

Glittering Gold,
The summer
Breeze across beaches
Of September sands

Copper Pennies,
Cinnamon flecks,
As laugher splashes
Across the ocean

Now Yellow,
Sinking sun
Behind the horizon
Shadows lurking deep

Tempestuous Green
Waves toss,
The ocean giving
Way to storm

Finally grey
Of dawn,
Peaceful silence floating
Upon the tide

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