Contribution by: Mary Carter
A mirror in a dark room that still somehow manages to reflect the sunrise
Each star, each nova lands upon your irises
Although deep and eased, the eesome life sprouts
A discovery, perhaps retrouvaille meeting one as yourself
It was familiar, such silence stood by my side
A looming shadow misunderstood for its eyes
Its hovering luminosity just awaiting to sprout
And blooming you would, just moments from callout
You had come to content to be solivagant journeyed
But no, oh no would I allow such thing
For you’re the irenic piece the golden seamed platter required
And click you would, as all had dreamt
Lean yet hurculaic, what a fitting extent
Murmuring yet bold, just to get out your intent
Dark shades, drawing gaze, and yet all come to praise
The soft tone displayed for all the bees to the honeycombed dismay