Hazel eyes…

Look deep into darkness…

Sliding fast…

Opening ways out …

Fleeing the cage of its shadows...

Longing to know...

The things that she must long for...

Not for his stone…

Not for her fire…

Her longing goes beyond

Male or female.. yin or yang...

Or desire…

Open skies meet her hopes…

After the loss…

Of the night jewel...

In every direction of her being.

She will not go back.. never again...

To the dungeons of the lost paradise...

Will shape her days...

Reaching for tomorrow…

Unfolding her soul in time.

Hazel eyes look at hers…

With a smile on my lips…

As I know her deep secrets...

And hold them, amazed, in my hands.

Secrets that drip down among my fingers...

Escaping into the world...

Leaving my hands wet…

With the scent of their mystery…

Never again to dry…

As I feel her flight.