When I Saw a Speck of Brown in Your Blue Eyes

I traveled troubled miles
To stand on your shore
And take in, through my aching heart,
Your endless blue, stirring depths
To scan the white sky
Across and down
To where it meets your conflicting tides

I gained and lost the breath of your wild air
As I caught among your blue and dark whirls
A small speck
A distant island
Of brown sand

My soul longed and leapt
And leaned forward to say,
“I want to live there”