Syllable Tapestries

those brown eyes

I lived before you,
as stone
or a shadow,
lost deep
within a cave.

these flaws of mine
pounding in the depths of my soul
when I speak to you.

Or perhaps,
when I gaze into your brown eyes,
as we talk;
I see a universe of stars
that bring me out of the cave,
to notice the yellow daffodils
which grow at your feet.

Yes perhaps,
behind those brown eyes
inside your skull
is a universe of dreams
I’d like to hear
and see.

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