Jun 12, 2007 03:23
eyes aglow
with eyes aglow
the owl goes,
in flights unknown
in darkest groves
her eyes aglow.
ears atuned
with ears atuned
she hears no croon,
no call no boon
beneath the moon
her ears atuned.
morning a rose
every morning a rose
again retreats alone,
to deepest bows
a drafty doze
a hollow fixed with woes.