I could write the saddest words about your eyes tonight
I could write, for example,
how your eyes turn into sapphire as they sparkle in the afternoon sun,
or how they dwell so deeply in the moonlight it makes the night so much darker
But then I would not be writing those words
I would be looking in your eyes
And getting lost in that dark abyss we call love
Instead
I write about misty mornings
about autumn rain
about the way the sand sizzles over my toes as the wave hugs my feet
and about puppies
So these are the last lines I write for you my dear
As my mind wanders, alone, with my puppy
in the misty mornings
in the autumn rain
in the oceans
Looking for your eyes
And lost
*Full-view*
The orphan dog tentatively (and forever) named Nacho
[link]Valparaiso, Chile