Eyes of the Coming Day

---the moment I realized I was seen

His eyes hold the light of mornings,

  we have yet to live

Wells of you, deep and uncharted,

  pull me under

    and I let myself drift

Here, where hearts begin,

  there is no fear

  only the quiet certainty

    of being found

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

You write so many beautiful pieces, Sarah.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Kenneth.
That means a lot to me.