Canyons and seas.

Dear Brown-eyed boy,

When I look into those eyes,

I see seas, and oceans wide.

 

There are tides in your affairs,

Calm, and crashing

That come to fix these broken rhymes,

Your words, my most reverent psalm.

 

My walls crushing in those very same hands,

Those hands you used to build and craft –

Castles from my muddy sands.

 

Dear brown-eyed boy,

I wish you knew,

In the wading pools of shallow you believe to tread through,

I see infinity,

I see you.

 

 

 

 

 

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