100 poems/52 weeks challenge’ 2018
Dedicated to a dear friend. She probably won’t guess it.
and air like circling hair,
but not warm and covering
like a dark mouth
with a sincere eye at its end.
You can actually hear the room you know
as if all the bustle of life,
and all you want
is to close your ears like a child
until you see the light
that blinds that ever so watchful eye.
One day I met a girl,
I thought she was like many other with cold veins,
but with a hidden fire to reign upon life,
which itself is a fire,
but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
On a warm afternoon,
behind her shoulders
I saw the eye,
and she unblinking–
“I see”, she said,
“you have met our eternal state
The sooner the better.
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