The Isle of Skye was grey that day Wind like secrets brushed the bay She stood alone, no need to speak Her eyes, like silver, soft and bleak Short dark hair, a storm untamed A quiet grace, no need to name She turned, and for a breath or two The world was silent... just us two She didn’t stay, she didn’t cry Just vanished like the summer sky But something in me still remained A love untouched, but never drained Silver eyes, they held the rain All my longing, all my pain I saw forever in that gaze The kind that never fades with days I searched in faces, songs, and tides In fires that failed, and hearts that lied Still I dreamed of ferry spray And her shadow slipping far away They say the tide forgets the shore But I remember more and more Each moment etched, each silent try Each time I whispered: "Silver Eye..." Silver eyes, they held the rain All my longing, all my pain I turned to go, and let her lie But there she stood... beneath the sky And this time... She was looking for me
