Her eyes were a shade of grayish blue tonight
Like a cloudy sky on a melancholy evening.
Tears lingered on the edges of those skies
like heavy clouds filled to the brink with rain
Yet never falling,
Glittering like the ocean in the moonlight,
Radiating light, radiating hope.
Something was shifting inside me,
Waking up and coming back to life.
I had heard of a Swedish word once
“Mangata”, a word for the glimmering
Road like reflection of the moonlight on water.
Her eyes were calling me home,
That road like reflection in her eyes
Was the way to my home.
Maybe there was still something left of us,
Maybe there was still something left to save,
Maybe it’s not yet too late.
Daily prompt – Radiate
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