You are constrained
By the words which follow
To come with me
To the outer reaches of an eyelid,
Where a pale tear lingers,
Till, frailly breaking its moorings,
It shatters a book or a bright table top.
Poems
You are constrained
By the words which follow
To come with me
To the outer reaches of an eyelid,
Where a pale tear lingers,
Till, frailly breaking its moorings,
It shatters a book or a bright table top.