Lake Eyes

Apr 28

i have brown Eyes

But you tell me the brown i see isn’t the same you see

That my Eyes were born from a lake

A lake that you can pull clay from at the bottom

And make into pots

A lake that’s water reflects the sky

But the day is always cloudy

So the color is deep, deep, deep and your feet can’t touch the bottom

Which scares you but who can’t look away from a scary thing

A lake with ripples in the water that are like the furrows of my Iris

A lake with vibrant green algae which multiples in the heat of the sun

A lake that is lined with pine

One cut open where you can sit for hours and count the rings

And i gladly count them with you

Until all i see is brown again

And you kindly tell me to dive back in

The Exit