Ooer Mrs, what will Cap'n Birdseye reckon to that:eek:
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In the rooms of our eyes
In the half light we gaze,
with the hub hub of onlookers
an invisible line
blurs the boundaries of selves
in the rooms of our eyes.
Azure orbs, your eyes are
furnished with objects of mine
some forgotten, some a suprise
safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes.
My eyes, tired and aching
dance in your lightness
and softly ask ...
"can I cherish you"
in the rooms of my eyes
And sitting quietly,
Filled with hope and excitement
about the future, the shape
of (our) home
in the rooms of our eyes.
Excellent Freckle really nice.