Misty mountains, silent shores compare not to those eyes of yours. I dream in bed of twilight skies and starry nights that came before your umber eyes had grabbed my heart's attention.
I cannot find them anymore, those mountains, skies, or silent shores. I see them in your silhouette as if you were the architect to wilds, weird and waging war. I won't blame something beautiful for living life in tension.
#Umber Eyes
half robin
The first poem I ever wrote! Incredibly old
Posting for anthology purposes
brisk lagoon