Her Gaze Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Her Gaze

Her dark, hazel gaze descends upon the sea,
Where roses grace the waves,
With soft sonority.
Near the grotto, on the caves,
The billows rise, foaming white.
I shall take her by her alabaster hand,
And walk with her alone tonight.
And there, in the gilded, dappled shade,
Amid the starry, diamond sand,
Where her perfume blends with the moonlight
On the zephyr-kissed promenade,
We shall hide from the rain beneath the trees,
And I shall drown in her gaze as the oceanic breeze
Sways the sallow grasses, beneath our naked knees.