we can sit here together all night, until the first rays of morning light. staring up at stars and satellites, we imagine strange celestial sights: alien, vast, overwhelming and eldritch. understand, they’re staring back in spite.
Tag: Eyes
The Blue Eyes of Morning
and the blue eyes of morning blink – closing shut upon the still desolation of harsh winter storms – frozen shut – tears flowing freezing crystal streams streaking diamonds upon the pale face of sorrow – oh how the unpigmented landscape shrieks as the warmth of spring entreats allowing once more the rivers to run…
Diamond Eyes and Fireflies
do you still stare up to the star filled sky vast and open glade in the forest of night – do you lose yourself in the endless ocean weight of body anchored while the spirit swims free – are you reaching beyond the atmosphere to the cold vacuum of space plucking diamond eyes from its…
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