Treasure Island

Whitney Albright

(07-31-1988 / Alabama)

'An Ocean in Those Eyes of Yours'


There is an ocean in those eyes of yours
Which washes me away to distant shores
Entangles me in its corals and colorful weeds
Loses me in its unsteady speeds
Where I swim helplessly without rush
As my body and the swarming fish brush
And the caves and canyons find me there
Even the ship wrecks stand so aware
Such a wonderland to discover
Every mystery could never be uncovered
Every spec has chromatic features
And they outnumber the tiny creatures
My current collides with yours in this ocean
Like a never ending wave of commotion
Which washes me away to distant shores
There is an ocean in those eyes of yours

Submitted: Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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