are my eyes blue
as she thinks
or gray or green or somewhere in between
fogged over as if with dream
as I stare into hers
that are so brown or black
I see my reflection there
we living our lives with overcast skies
always with the promise of rain
and perhaps pain
rain dripping down her cheeks
blurring her vision
my eyes are as blue as my mood
when I wear blue
Green when my shirt is green
a camouflage as I ache to hide with
or as gray as the sky
or in this season the sullen landscape
of falling leaves none nearly
as brown as her eyes
nor as deep
nor as full of promise
drawing me in
my blue green gray eyes
searching out the depths of hers
to dig up what treasure
I might find there
are my eyes blue or green or gray or something in between?
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