Stoneham Studios ~ Fine Art

Would I turn the lens?

Zoom down across the brow
Mapping the furrows above
The craters of the eye

Seeking tributaries
In some lost canyon of emotion
And losing my way
Fall helpless down the black
Well, wormhole of the eye

Weightless in your gaze

You know
When you
Opened my heart
And put something
In there
It changed

Well
The Bee's sleep
At night
But they still
Dance, dreaming
Of pollen
Yellow legs
And shiny
Green eyes

You taste of tears
Gentle dreamer.