What if the skies are god's eyes?
Dark clouds spot her irises
With blazing sun pupils
Her gaze grows the roots in my garden
Attempts I make
To truly see her
Nearly blind me
When god weeps
Her tears rain down floods
Rivers swell with her numinous ache
Our pain one body of water
Blinking in eclipses
Her lightning eyelashes flutter to the ground
With full moons she stares
Illuminating starry memories
She ruminates on the past nightly like I do
Rough edges of reality
Fade from periphery to horizons
Attention that could warm entire oceans
Her obsession has burned me before
My stinging skin peeled from her constant surveillance
Though god's neglect is ice cold
She crafts cruel glaciers of abandonment
But she breaks dawn with clear sight
In her ritual sunsets I know
I am finally seen
She whispers to me
In gold and tangerine
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my writing page where I make sense of all the facets of myself.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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