Her Eyes

Black to white, we suffer in the Grey we pray for rain, she fades to sleep. Rushes in a new day. Dreams of lilacs dancing in a field of lilies. She follows a trail of ants, walking on a path, blackness. With just the beam of a flashlight. Her silhouette burrows a hole in my brain, memory fades, starts to slip away. She wears those shorts to procreate Set and turn into my arms for a better day. She plays songs to set my mood, a couple repeats, but this song makes me feel like a fool ...