Flaunt your palmy eye
As if a world apart
Dwelt in its tear,
Clear of any predicaments.
I’ve come to stare into
Its whiteness of dainty
Rivers of red-
All proof of a challenge
One dearly missed.
As for the green-
I crave it to be mine,
A verdant companion
To my unversed moments.
I’d pull its socket raw
If armies of tears dared
Its viridescent trails.
Indeed, I stand a healer
Of broken sights,
Ínhabited by long lost
Apples of someone else’s eye,
Gazing at life shrinking
Down to a postage stamp.
Beautiful. Love your ink.
Thank you. My ink is grateful.:)