Those Fiery Eyes.

I see the sun drift slow and steadyTowards the marking line, whereTwo worlds meet as one every day.The far edge of the land, whereThe burning, glittering silk falls,Into an invisible waterfall, and theUnreachable canvas above, ends. All that and much more right here,Beside me in you, as your eyes grab,And capture this moment within them. …

You Rain Love.

On that deserted highway the street lamps create patches of gleam and dark. The recent torrent has made the view a little sharper; adding contrast to the usually harmonious dance of light and shadow trying to merge into one another. Yes, it’s one of the few reasons I do not like the rain. It exaggerates …