A Melancholic Eyes
Clouded shadows brimming crimson foam
and golden gush through melancholic eyes,
through winding labyrinth and catacomb
of ancient curses, phobias, and lies
to penetrate the heart–an easy task
on one so scarred and scared of His romance,
the hand that peels back my iron mask
and guides my feeble feet into His dance
of sacrifice and love. I slowly choke
on my own breath until He meets me here,
our secret place where first my spirit broke,
and stitches up my soul, and draws me near.
With stitched-up soul I’ll take each soft surprise
serenely in through melancholic eyes.
The title came from an anagram of my full name. Shocking how well it brought out the way I see things.