In your eyes
a ghost river:
mist settled in hollows along
its tree-dense banks;
steady current riffling by
in near silence;
on the far shore,
a banshee — its cry
a sudden breach
of night’s peace,
a horror song
proclaiming you.
In your eyes
a ghost river:
mist settled in hollows along
its tree-dense banks;
steady current riffling by
in near silence;
on the far shore,
a banshee — its cry
a sudden breach
of night’s peace,
a horror song
proclaiming you.