The Brown Eyed Girl

Stepping into the sea,
the brown-eyed girl stood
perfectly still in the clear blue sea,
as calm as the sea around her


She gazed at the cloudless sky,
oblivious to the people on the beach,
deep in her thoughts, 
contemplation on her mind


Calm and serene like the wind that 
blows along the shoreline,
her cap shielding her delicate face 
from the scorching rays of the sun,
whispers of her fair hair
fall against my face


Through her sunglasses she peered at the tanned man beside her,
her thoughts were hidden,
one day all would be revealed


Swirling mini sandstorms swirled around the couple
the sand swirled violently around the 
two people's faces
a cool sea breeze brushed lightly over the young girl's body 
so here we are face to face


Standing perfectly still
calm as the sea around her
nobody knows what she's thinking
but the brown-eyed girl


For a moment the sands of time 
stand quite still,
on the horizon the burning sun sets
casting an orange glow upon the sea


So here we are perfectly at ease
as still as the dark night,
gazing at the sea and 
the sky up and beyond,
on a starry moon-lit night,
hand in hand along the shore


Nobody knows what she's thinking
but the brown-eyed girl
calm and serene like the wind that 
blows along the shoreline


The sun sets for another day,
so it's goodnight 
from my brown-eyed girl.


Blowing me a goodbye kiss,
such a light touch as

she brushes against me,

blowing me her goodbye kiss

that's the brown-eyed girl's adieu.

 

Written by Patric on the evening of

Wednesday the 11th August 2010,

inspired by a day in Hammamet 

with Jessica.