In the dark I can see, reflected, weaving and waving, in this blessed early morning moment, the firelight in your eyes. Your lips, full, pained, hurt, whisper out an injured stream, while I memorize your eyes, and the mirrored flame of your soul. And I am struck dumb, feeble words wretch forth, anguished to see…
Tag: dark
In this picture, too…
In this picture, rustic wood framed, there walk one set of steps, with unsure aim. Within crafted wood, blue can be seen nearly filling the place, cold, sad, serene.