it’s that something in her eyes
dark crystals washed with fjor,
something that cannot be muddied with words
only truth shall pass through those gates
I stared deeper into my own,
wondering if there is more than what I can make out of things. Something, that moves faster than I can detect, is read by her eyes. Hoping there’s a happy beginning from the days of testament, I take another step.
9.19.2021
Ralph with Coffee 