"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Sad Eyes.

I woke up from my daily dream
and saw you
staring out across
stirring ocean waters
and your eyes were sadder
than tumult stormclouds above.

I spread my toes
across cold wet sand
as you looked on,
but never looked at me.
I reached out,
touched a finger
to your shoulder.
But still
I would not see
your eyes.

The rain was coming,
slamming down on my face.
I shivered
and you took off your jacket
and walked me home.

But still I wonder
what I saw that day
in your
sad eyes.

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