The flickernail glosses my eye
In subtle caressing hues
That whisper shimmerings to the shadows,
Those silhouetted wings within gossamer,
Those secret shivers within the sliver;
They are the beckoning fears of the quiet quiver
For the smears that bind, like wet lashes of
A trembling eye, are the same that
Protect from the
Wanderings of a soul searching to die
For…