If I look in your eyes,
Will I get to see your thoughts?
Last time we said our goodbyes,
I left for another port.
Spend my days wondering,
What you are thinking now?
Spent all last night pondering,
About the last time we rowed.
You're in every face I meet,
Still taste you on my lips.
The nights in the sweltering heat,
Smooth skin on my finger tips.
If I return to you today,
Would I carry a ring?
Joyful to see you carrying,
That beautiful life within.
And I find myself thinking,
Where do we go from here?
Will our lives be sinking?
Or will we disprove our peers?
© Christopher Fowler |
