My Brown-Eyed Girl Poem by Robert Creffield

Into your dark eyes I fell that night
along Beckenham's High Street in the cold wet
mists of March when the day was as long as the
night and the night vanished quick as a star.

Into your dark eyes I slipped that night
along the valley slopes that danced in flower and
the poppy-dotted meadows hushed in quaking grass
out to the crystal clear mystery of your beautiful self.

Into your dark eyes I drifted that night
along the dizzy path giddy in first love and the
newness of touch hot with the pulse of young blood
calming the colour of my trembling dreams.

Into your dark eyes I soared that night
along the rising thermals light as love in maiden
flight a lark ascending the troubled skies to the
warm feathered shelter nestled in your smile.

Into your dark eyes I swooned that night
along the penumbra of your golden moon that
eclipsed the shadowed ache of my heart with
radiant love for you my brown-eyed girl.