Whisky Brown Eyes

Whisky Brown eyes, say it all.

I remember them too well;

A well so deep I meet myself

Going the other way.

Faint traceries of electricity

Remain of the lightning storm

That lit the sky when

Whisky brown eyes looked your way.

The lines on the road map,

Fewer than the lines on my face,

Have faded.  I seek in vain

Those Whisky brown eyes