Her Eyes

Black to whit, 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. Wish just the beam of a flashlight. Her silhouettes burrows a hole in my brain, memory fades, it slips 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!