You peek to see the world outside
through the blinds; a rising tide
washes my heart's brown shore.
Hark! A bird calls from the west
through the blinds, your eyes in jest
follow its flight across the sun.
A fire in the setting sun aglow
through the blinds, your eyes of gold
paint brown my world alive.
You peek to see the world outside
through the blinds, oh girl brown eyed
I glimpse the world in you!
To the boomer who called my baby a burden
6 years ago
Nice! Do this more often!
ReplyDeleteAt last you honoured my poor blog with a comment! Thank you!
DeleteThis was pretty fabulous.
ReplyDeleteWas the girl a child? Anyways.
Yes, definitely do this more often. Great rhyme and meter, very well done.