Her eyes remind
me of mountain tops,
blue, pale like apathy,
speckled summits
dotting amongst her irises,
and I climbed halfway up,
and I looked down.
Have you ever dreamt of how
content
you might be
to observe the world,
its luscious waves
lapping at its shorelines,
from the top of a mountain?
It keeps me up at night.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
Her eyes remind
me of mountain tops,
blue, pale like apathy,
speckled summits
dotting amongst her irises,
and I climbed halfway up,
and I looked down.
Have you ever dreamt of how
content
you might be
to observe the world,
its luscious waves
lapping at its shorelines,
from the top of a mountain?
It keeps me up at night.
