Your Deep Eyes Clouded

Your deep eyes, clouded with the sea
Will always be a mystery;
Though never have been close enough,
To tell, if waves be calm or rough;
As changeling ocean's wont to be
It's own becoming history:
Upon your shores, my fledging mind
Seeks for others, of it's kind
It has not learned to gauge the level
Of the water's teasing bevel,
And fear's the water's liquid mind
Would all the hidden secrets find:
Forgive me, while I wade in slow,
Worried about under-tows;
And time and tide confusion reign,
While the rivulets wax and wane-
Like magic spell, upon me cast
My certain future, kiss your past.

Em
And fear the water's liquid mind... stunning.

yelena
The last lines bring the poem onto the cosmic level, loved it.

sonetta
intriguing poem...guess "i haven't learned to gauge the level of the water's teasing bevel"

diamonddigger
Wade as you like and revel in the fact that magic spells entwine one's future with another's past....deep eyes beat wading in the shallows any day.....loved this P s

Sandra Martyres
It has not learned to gauge the level Of the water's teasing bevel, There are plenty of excellent thoughts expresssed in yet another beautifully crafted poem Patti....It is such a pleasure to read your work.

carol
good poem

Pendemic
Your mastery of words shines through in this detailed write which produces vivid imagery.