Your eyes are once green
Like the tree Irving shade
Once they are blue
Peaceful like the blue sky
Or roiling like angry waves
Once they are like amber
Like the rolling fields of wheat.
On the surface of your eye
Curved like the planet itself
I see the world you see
Just beyond the blue sky
The tree, the angry ocean waves
And the amber of wheat fields
I am looking for you.
But to look for you
I am meant to see myself.
