Your Eyes

by Celia Dropkin

Celia Dropkin

A deep-green summer is in your eyes,
a summer that pulses from your warm heart,
a summer with a song in its branches,
branches that shadow darkly.

I will go where your eyes lead me,
through fields, valleys, through a dense forest
where paths are crooked and curved
and quiet darkness holds you in its arms.

Last updated July 15, 2015