October 31, 2012


(inspired by my blue eyed baby)

On a stormy night
Even the sounds
Seem distant.
A trace knock –
Maybe thunder?
A pin drop –
A tree uprooting?
Cut off,
Even shut eyes
Lend more vision!
Break the box-
This closeted life!
Allow me,
To elope with the wind!

No comments

© Dryad's Peak
Maira Gall