When Your Eyes Are Green

In the dim light

Or the rain

Or when you’re looking away from me

And I gaze aslant into your eyes

They appear to be green...

Not the bright green of sun kissed grass

Or the dark green of alpine forests

But the green at the surface of deep waters

I want to lose myself in those waters

I want to dive into those eyes and never come up for air

I want to explore the deeps that the surface hints at

I want to find all there is of you, there, in your eyes

Find it

And embrace it as my own

But who can own the sea?

What man can claim the waters he treads as his?

No,

The more he watches the sea

The more he pursues her

The more he dives in

The more he finds

That it is the sea that owns him...

The sea embraces him

The sea holds him up

The sea threatens to drown him

And the storms of the sea can always cast him on some deserted shore

Never to find home again...

No,

Man does not own the sea

Though he may claim her

Though he may sail across the surface

And gaze at the shores

Though he may hunt the deeps

And find the hidden places

Though he may declare his love for her

He may never own her.

For the sea is free

And fair

And unfathomable.

So it is better not to quest for ownership

It is better to make no claim

Or conquest

But to remain in awe

And wonder

Swimming

And hoping that the inexplicable may be:

That when that dive is taken

That dangerous dive down deep

You find yourself in the fathoms

Not needing to breathe