Emerald Eyes
I watch her walking along the sand;I wonder what she's thinking?
Wind is whipping all around, like the unanswered questions.
An eagle on an espy takes my attention
from her.
As I wander off, not far from the unanswered
questions.
This is a beautiful place, as she is in my eye.
Eyes of green like the sea, hair of silk.
She's afraid the truth will hurt, too much for me to endure.
We walk our own paths, like that of life.
I used to walk beside her, now I walk divided.
The cry of an eagle echoes through my heart, as does her love.
Such a resonance, as my love yearns to be held once again.
By the woman with the emerald eyes.
Dennis Lee Martin
Copyright ©2007 Dennis Lee Martin
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