My Brown Eyed Girl

Looking up through matted locks
I scan the storm clouds from the dock
While you sail the surly sea
Is there time to think of me?
Waiting in the winds and rain
Enduring time and wincing pain

Enter Poet

The paint is worn, the iron rusts
The planks are laden with salt
The barnacles burry the pitted wood
Still my love exalts

And I wonder who your captain is
Who steers the ship for you
Who navigates the stars
And who will see you through

Our love is like the waves
Always heaping upon the sands
Thrashing, churning, and sifting
Time hewn by loves strong hands

And in those brown eyes the sun breaks through
And illuminates your route
Is your ship coming home
Or have you just journeyed out?

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