Visions Of Mystery
Somehow amona the hidden leaves
of time when quietude swerves
on a road leading me to reach
for waning hours ,
there is a lush of evening's breath
panting inside those marble eyes
that if I gaze long enough into darkness
your iced look will blink, to open windows
that are locked by hinges creating knots enmeshed
The distant screams paint your irises j
utting out from a frame of hard lids
buried deeply on frigid weeds--
and the night loses its elegance
while your crystal tears invade the shining glow
behind the lamp within your eyes---| learn to understand how confidential this time is when you fade away,
knowing not I am there
Love Contest Nicola Byrne
Re-submitted 10/16/2016
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