Her eyes are like two autumn moons
And her hair streams down as a waterfall
Down to the fair ports of her flesh
And sirens of love echo through her lips
It calls me across the sighing shores

Now streets are insecure
mists of time upon winding thoughts of you
Snow flakes whistling in this day..

Your eyes blur the sunset,
delirium of ephemeral dreams
…labyrinth of echoes are your gaze smiling.


This poem was written in Collaboration with Oméga.á.m, a most talented and original poetess

© Jack Snyder