Arrias and His Muse: Her Eyes


Sky Girl

Editor’s Note: These eyes started looking at me on the Secretary’s hallway at the Department of Health and Human Services. She hung by the elevator bank on the 4th Floor as “Sky Girl,” and helped us focus on the SARS-1 epidemic twenty years ago. The one where Dr. Tony Fauci told us that “quarantine” could really harm the economy, and that he would continue gain of function research on the virus overseas. We found a way for Sky Girl to be safe on The Farm where she looks at us each morning…

– Vic

Author’s Note: Out walking the dogs this morning – gray, low clouds, drizzling…My Muse poked me…

– Arrias

Her Eyes

I can see her still as she turned,
One last look on a wet, gray night,
As I headed back to the ship,
There she stood under a dim street light.

I know she smiled, in that warm rain,
Her eyes crinkling just so,
I would hold her, kiss her if I could,
But I had the duty, I had to go.

Nod to the Cox’n, Board the launch,
One last look ere we shove off,
Is that her there under the bougainvillea?
I’m sure I can hear her laugh.

Her tinkling laugh, those warm brown eyes,
Her body next to mine,
Soft and warm, the sweetest lips,
Sweeter than the sweetest wine…

Was she real or just a dream,
Just a nautical fantasy?
Something all men dream about,
After a bit too long at sea?

No, she was more than that,
She was more real than any ship,
That look in her eyes as we danced,
The sinuous sway of her hip.

Eyes that said she loved me,
Full of love and care,
Eyes overflowing with desire,
Eyes that did our passion declare.

We had danced all through the night,
And slept all through the day,
She fed me mangos and grilled some fish,
And we idled our time away.

But now ’tis done, time to leave,
Back to the ship, back to sea,
I’ll guard this memory all my life,
I know she’ll remember me.

Perhaps some day we’ll meet again,
For this I can hope and pray,
The future is an unknown country,
What happens there only God can say.

Slip the mooring before dawn,
Outer marker by sun rise,
And back to station, back on guard,
But in my mind her eyes, her eyes.

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Written by Vic Socotra