Cody Marby

No lovelier could she present her eyes
than when they meet my stare at summer's break,
yet hath within such gentle shades of sky
wondrous power, to gleam me brink from brink.
Suppose today we laid out each fair shade,
allowing every ray to soak in deep,
what would we miss, what would we leave unmade,
along from whence our time may sow to reap?
Just as a lover's gentle breath might wake
such peaceful dreams from clouds of sunlit days,
without these words forever I should ache
for sights of her alone amongst the haze.
     My mind is restless, heart remains content
     when waking days with dreams like her are spent.