Ocean eyes
i’m beginning to see the depths
of his ocean eyes but sometimes
i need to come up for air.
learning it’s quite far down
trusting i might drown
insides thrust out.
let me scream for dry land then hold
my hand and tell me it’s all right
and lets jump in together.
we are a flood of eyes
we are growing blind?
sometimes trust doubts.
beauty of grace
keeps me holding on.
