Those eyes of blue
cut from a glacier
old and cold
and melting
its lonely way to you
through ancient seas
and misty shoals
darkened caves
and hidden coves
inch by inch it creeps
toward me and the
freeness of the open sea
On a sea of love are we
floating on the kelp and weed
waters warm and comforting
a midnight blues rewarding...
Touche Colonel...:-)
Cold to the touch
Warm to the heart
It moves slowly
But surely
And ever so steadily
It seeks the warmth
Knowing part of it will die
But hoping that the greater gain
Will help it live anew
My body dies but my heart
lives on
It loves whom it will
And the one I choose
Wears midnight blue