windows to the soul indeed
in my mother's golden brown
and my beloved's oceanic bluegreen
i see ghosts that will never find peace.
in others,
changing hazel and sky blue,
i see sparkling rays of sunlight;
no shadows, no ghosts.
i can't bear to look.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
windows to the soul indeed
in my mother's golden brown
and my beloved's oceanic bluegreen
i see ghosts that will never find peace.
in others,
changing hazel and sky blue,
i see sparkling rays of sunlight;
no shadows, no ghosts.
i can't bear to look.
(c) shiloh renee 2013
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