Art by Agnes Cecil
With eyes closed you
Light up within like a candle
Of my spirit, last wings
First faith, hushed tones
Of your divine laughter
I could taste
The melody of your smiles
The vast twinkle in your
Majestic eyes, squinted by nature
Night after night we make art
In a carving all our own
A sculpture of the
Things we say when intimate
It’s a narrative of
Just knowing each other
Together and separately
A harmony of eyes closed
With a total security of
Being there, the turquoise of time
May blast the winds, but you
Still light up within when you sleep
Like a smiling infant
Dreaming of something good.