Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Jan Oskar Hansen

GREY EYES

I always thought her eyes where green
but they are sea-mist grey with a hint
of ozone at the edges where clear tears
of passion often fall with spindrift and
foamy surface.

Calm as the mirrored sea, reflecting
brother sky before storm, but have
mercy with anyone lured sail on her
silvery sea; tug at the anchor, but stay
in your bay.

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