The eyes in the night
are yours.
Moving across fields,
we intersect,
overlocking time
in memorium.
Your love
is gray matter —
a lodestone field.
words of occasional significance
The eyes in the night
are yours.
Moving across fields,
we intersect,
overlocking time
in memorium.
Your love
is gray matter —
a lodestone field.
Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, keen observer. Nature enthusiast! View more posts
