Your eyes

Tell me the name of those clouds,
the thin rippled wrinkled ones, a thinking
man’s forehead. Threaded dreams
surrounding pale blue; soft - irresistible depths
of blue, bound only by the horizon.
A labyrinth world,
blue washed through sun baked eyes,
glassy reflective waters of unknown depths.
Surprising waves, wakes from past
Explorers, stroke the banks,
Shifting the sands,
Again and again.

Dreamy day on the docks,
one boy fishing with his homemade pole
the other reading,
both on their bellies, one nose
searching the depths, the other
searching the depths,
sun darkened bodies together,
companionable.