Lucent the Whisper
There flies the moon, again.
That disc of solid silver,
craters the eyes ever watching -
more than mere sight its light illuminating.
There fly my hopes, again.
Those two discs of glorious green,
hers the eyes I was watching -
behind them mirth and mystery shining.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2018
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