Friday, 28 April 2017

Her eyes

Her eyes

It's the green that does it.

These are no clichéd pools in which to drown.
Within the grey-green focus-frame
of captive flowers,

like clover through a meadow in spring, 
drift thoughts unspoken,
perceived as yet unvoiced,
beckoning from distending pupils.

The entire cosmos lies therein,
in that singular moment,
blue-black and infinite,

never fleeting,

rising to greet the blue.

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