.·>>>° Tinted Daylight °<<<·.
A poem by
Jaclyn
She scares herself sometimes
And the light falling on her face
puts her too-old eyes into shadow
Her hands twitch, an anxious insect dance
And her arms crossed around her chest:
protection at its best...or worst, depending
on the moon and the color of the day
For green days turn her eyes misty
But blue days turn her eyes black
So I told her, keep your arms crossed
and pray the black doesn't seep through the cracks
For I can't stay here forever, and tomorrow will dawn gray --
for disappearances, of course, and my own eyes will turn empty and dull
And I don't know if my spirit will live, hence I too shall pray,
so that you don't follow me into goodbye.