Those Eyes
Silken eyelids slide closed,
close* cover over sweet light.
Smokey mists descend,
lie quiet
underneath mirrored bridges of icy night.
The fire,
burnt out in older ages,
left arboreal skeletons.
Cracked fingers reaching inwards
towards that which pretends a void,
deeply buried
in the cold center.
*that's close like closer to you, not close like close the lid.
By the by Jesba, which shoe poem (I think I wrote 2)? ...I prolly still have it, will look around.
close* cover over sweet light.
Smokey mists descend,
lie quiet
underneath mirrored bridges of icy night.
The fire,
burnt out in older ages,
left arboreal skeletons.
Cracked fingers reaching inwards
towards that which pretends a void,
deeply buried
in the cold center.
*that's close like closer to you, not close like close the lid.
By the by Jesba, which shoe poem (I think I wrote 2)? ...I prolly still have it, will look around.