Your presence burns
Along my eyes.
The sky droops
As if in bereavement
As the black crows
Rudder down
To the earth.
I cannot wipe you
Away like spilled milk.
You shall remain a
Fixed mark that lingers
Behind my eyes.
Along my eyes.
The sky droops
As if in bereavement
As the black crows
Rudder down
To the earth.
I cannot wipe you
Away like spilled milk.
You shall remain a
Fixed mark that lingers
Behind my eyes.