Eyes
Cold deepens
inside my being
like ink,
spreading on a sheet.
—
Air —
an invisible kingdom.
See through.
—
There is life
that slowly moves —
no direction,
no form.
A blob of nothing.
A search
without trace,
no start or finish.
—
—
A call,
a shout?
What is
the difference?
—
My eyes
or
yours…
© Quiet Reminders

I can so feel this line “Cold deepens
inside my being
like ink,
spreading on a sheet.” Thank you 🙏🏻
Beautiful 🙏