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I Have Your Eyes
I have your
eyes within my heart
I have your heart within my eyes
Feeling what you see,
Seeing lows and highs.
I have your hand within my hand
Walking ‘neath English skies
And in my mind I always hear
Those sultry, purple, needy sighs.
I have your wisdom by my side
And our God is everywhere.
Walking meadows alone with you,
An answer to a prayer.
I take you to the highest hill
That overlooks the sea
And hug you warm, against the wind……
And stand alone reflectively.
The wind grows teeth
Burrowing underneath clothes,
Chomping, tearing at flesh.
Far below, it whips up sea spray.
A fishing trawler laden with a night's harvest
Bucks and dives towards home.
A lone gull effortlessly wind surfs.
Close by, a paper cup
Traces irregular arcs across the grass,
Coming to rest between my feet.
It has a white seam, a white lip.
For the most part it is royal blue,
With golden print, reading
‘I’m nuts for you.’
The wind plays pan pipes on the cup,
The gull soars and gladly cries,
The trawler’s home and ropes are thrown
And I have your heart
And I have your eyes.
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