There’s a distance in her eyes,
like a path cutting through the snow,
weighed by wonder, cold as I blunder,
through the white, unsure where to go.
I could walk into her eyes,
trekking footprints through her soul,
jumping, reaching, shouting, screeching,
my voice muffled in this hole.
I get lost inside her eyes,
wandering past her doubts and fears,
sifting memories, dark reveries,
’til I find what wrings her tears.
Stellular Scribe 