A Gold and White Spring

There is gold like that
there is white like that—
Are they far from the nightmares in grays,
Are they far from here?
If someone holds them for us
they are never gone far
only one world away
only one call away—
I need those colors now,
may I please borrow your eyes?

Eyes from California

Posted on April 23, 2011 at 9:34 AM in About Fiction, About My Novels, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL