Touched by the misty mornings light
kisses whispered across my blue eyes
with surprise I am looking out of myself
looking down at me in my dream
I am the sky
looking now into my eyes
white clouds drift on by
An extraordinary view of me lays below
so vast am I now spreading out of myself
I become the sea that is mirrored
in my blue blue eyes
I look deep within
and see I am now
but a mere speck of myself
I close my eyes
as white soft tides of surf
brings me ~ back in
What you write here is extraordinarily beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could...rise above myself, figuratively and literally. This poem was so airy, so delicate. Even the surf was foam. Very beautiful!
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