Title: Silver Wing
Author: Heather P.

From the silver wing,
The ocean's blue,
Flies over head.
The feather's hue.
Buds open wide,
As the sun shines,
And I kiss your lips,
My heart true.
Tell me why my eyes don't shine,
Like those of the sky and the night but instead,
My eyes hold the evergreen of clover sight,
Beneath the bright morning dew.
Will you belong only to me?
For this feels so right.