Gazed into the hazel eyes
and conversed
in the dead zone of distance
as we departed ;
She was surprised I knew
her language
Her iris kept seeking mine
as a stargazer whom
noticed a rare constellation
behind the veil
So curious whom we were
in that moment ;
It was a quiet song we had
in the stillness
through the ruby-red cross
which like a road
was made to walk the line
of the bond made
The slouching of her body.
and the tired
look in the eyes of her
mother next to ;
She doesn't know her
own daughter. |