Tuesday, July 01, 2014

The Eyes

There isn’t a story
left to write...

But for those eyes,
and the lores
hiding behind those lashes.
Scores and scores of scrolls
unfurl as I loosen
your knot;
you let my trepid
lips doodle on your fret;
and notes rise high,
towards the creator’s bow.

I find my story there,
there in your eyes.