Secret Eclipse
Meg Smith
Your smile shadows
the corners were candles were lit,
in the strum of the oud,
a violin fading into cloud dust.
That much we know.
All else I have given,
is a step into silence.
Secret Eclipse
Meg Smith
Your smile shadows
the corners were candles were lit,
in the strum of the oud,
a violin fading into cloud dust.
That much we know.
All else I have given,
is a step into silence.