I see a well
it's old by it's
History, Revisited
by a broken mirror?
No...
by a pebble?
No...
by a crow?
Oh! Perhaps so

Kra! Who screeches
It spots something
Glowing, like I see
Down sits honey eyes

Eyes with no sight
no sight of what I see
Left alone
The rising sun
pours, showers and soaks
the seated honey eyes

My ears buzz
with the tick of my stare
Golden dust ascends
honey eyes,
won't you float up
to me?

I wish to graze
a touch of sweetness
Sparks the strength