Pride, as a well-worn blanket,
enwraps my resident misery.
Ominous eyes my sole windows
enticing curiosity's fool
to gaze within
grazing my internally parched
landscape with intimacy's light--
lifted veils revealing in kind
the man's eternal longing for money
lost among
the lad's eternal longing for love
crushed as the delicate fern
beneath the methodical march of Time.
WOW--visually stunning and profoundly written--i agree, this is perfection
BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Amor
~Jackie~
Reindeer