She calls to me
with diamond eyes
more luminous than reality itself
hold her reflection in mine
only for a moment
as she disappears
nothing left but the wind
and a wisp of dying laughter
A bird
that soars over the horizon
beckoning me to follow
but I wake
amid the wings of another
lips wet
from the ocean of sleep she’s fallen into
There is an undeniably haunted quality in this piece, and the mysterious "she", who seems to switch identities mid-poem. I've already read and re-read this many times, and will likely continue...thank you!
