Littered with gravel —
a path diminished.
A draft depriving
my nature as such.
Barked giants shadowing,
luring out doubt.
No difference distinct since
I never look up.
But lo, a lark,
staring back at me.
Any bid to steal glances
were met by peeps.
We amused and laughed,
flattered in bursts.
If this is truly a trick, then
God deserves my curse.
Her hair sweeps the gravel.
Her voice shoos the shadows.
Her light dries my eyes
along with the puddle
in which she resides.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
Littered with gravel —
a path diminished.
A draft depriving
my nature as such.
Barked giants shadowing,
luring out doubt.
No difference distinct since
I never look up.
But lo, a lark,
staring back at me.
Any bid to steal glances
were met by peeps.
We amused and laughed,
flattered in bursts.
If this is truly a trick, then
God deserves my curse.
Her hair sweeps the gravel.
Her voice shoos the shadows.
Her light dries my eyes
along with the puddle
in which she resides.
