Lost
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

I am lost
in the wild
brown sea
of your eyes,
For deep they
go, on and on
until I am
consumed by it.
In me a primeval
fire is kindled,
brighter than
the sun but
it doesn’t burn me,
rather it soothes me.
Time and space
lose their identities,
when I gaze
into those eyes
of yours.
If this is being
lost, then I don’t
want to ever
be found again.