Pebble In The Sea

I watched her walk away,
her lanky arms swung in the wind.
Her jacket softly brushed against itself,
painted a soft dull green.

Her hair hid under her knitted, woven hat,
showing the lower lobe of her ears,
where her earrings matched
her bright white smile.

A joyous occasion
to see her smile.

Her eyes peeked through
the clear lens of her thick, black glasses.
I can’t help but think
anything else would be an understatement.

Would I think the same thing
through someone else’s eyes?

Such music
the way her voice vocalized.
The indentions left in her cheeks.

Her skin wore a radiant brown,
beautiful in color.
Her blush shone red,
as her cheeks could go no higher.

Her smile stretched comfortably across her face,
leaving more to the imagination.

If I gave my eyes to someone else,
would they see the same as I saw?
No longer blind
as I felt I could be myself.
No longer a pebble
in the sea of her eye.