Best Poems Written by Emily Eaton

Vagabond of Light

Long spider fingers wielding bells
and mallets and chimes,
sounded like what love should be, like astronomy,
like the glitter on their black silk shirts.
The music sprinkled galactic ozone on youthful minds
the chords flowed smoothly much like the Milky Way
and tasted faintly of mint and lavender.
It was aloe on burnt skin.
The minor chords
and the silent beat carried the audience with care
until the last note,
which left us breathless.

Copyright © Emily Eaton | Year Posted 2013