Of your eyes

There is no greater beauty to behold
in heaven, nor on earth
than I see, as I gaze, as I fall
into the depths of your eyes
shades of blue that colour my soul
and rouse me from my sleep
have me running against the ebb
and rolling back to sea

And oh, how your eyes have my heart soaring
setting sail across the evening sky
where the moon once shone so bold
yet left all below awash, in silvered cold
now put to shame
she hides in the shadows
the night my empty garden
already full, with thee

© Ann Bagnall