Your eyes are deep
Your voice is too
And you remind me (not really)
Of Clark Gable.
Suave, and smooth
Yet sometimes sweet
As a child, but without the courage.
I find myself wondering
What secrets you hide.
Every step of the way
You – a gentle (passive aggressive) man.
It must have been that mountain air
And the church bells in the distance
Of a faraway longing
To do something great
For all of mankind. And mostly yourself.
And I hope you succeed.
To sail these deep oceans.
But remember— there are storms
That devour the fearful.
donika emille 