DestinationSometimes this place gets kind of lonely,
and my thoughts drift to you.
Your eyes never remain one color.
Sometimes I look and see lush feilds,
grass blades rolling on top of one another
in the musky Ireland wind.
Or other times,
I see a beach.
delecate shells decorating the foamy shore.
And salty mists awakening my senses.
there are times,
when I see both.
And that's why your eyes
have always been
my favorite destination.
By: Brandi Deacon