Your eyes were
lost in the moment.
The memory of
a kiss on the
back of your neck.
Ice hot breath to
warm a winters night.
And the light is a dream,
to keep your eyes wide open.
Like the poppy field,
and the sun.
So sweet and definitive.
And the magpies screeched above us
Your eyes were
lost in the moment.
The memory of
a kiss on the
back of your neck.
Ice hot breath to
warm a winters night.
And the light is a dream,
to keep your eyes wide open.
Like the poppy field,
and the sun.
So sweet and definitive.
A Wandering Poet 