Tiger’s eye glowing, into mine of hazel.
Dive right in,
without hesitation;
a free-fall.
Past the noise and the clutter and into the darkness of it all.
Into the center…
where the mess is.
A moment of refuge found;
the drifters’ solitude eclipsed.
;
Tiger’s eye glowing, into mine of hazel.
Find asylum within the intensity;
within the thirst and the longing and the hurt of it all.
Within the rose garden;
where every dance is always the last,
and greetings are made with a goodbye kiss.
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