Blue Skies Grey Eyes

She's the angel of the hills,
her eyes are so defiant and
her stare is hard and flinty
but her heart is warm and open.

I met her in a lonely place,
she was the only real live person
in that cold and windy desert
and I hoped to know her better.

We talked all night until the sun
was lighting up the windows and the
shadows of the night time sank
beneath the rolling foaming harbor waves.

Now she's my friend and I'm so glad
we looked beyond the obvious, and I
took her hand when she offered it
and the world lit up and the walls came falling down.