Poems for a brown eyed girl

He looked 

out the window 

over the old city,

saw the clouds 

rolling in 

from the sea. 

He felt 

the cool breeze 

across his body,

turned quietly 

and watched 

her sleep. 

The sheet rose and fell 

with each breath. 

"Is she dreaming 

of the sea 

or of me?”

he wondered.

He laid down 

beside her

and thought

of her brown eyes,

of the way she looked

at the world.

He moved 

close to her 

until he could feel

the beating 

of her heart 

upon his body.

- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2019