‘Tis a short piece I crafted about a year ago and forgot about. Maybe it should of remained forgotten. You can be the judge.
In Her Eyes
Shadows and moonlight.
Blood and fire.
Those I saw, in her eyes.
I saw them…yet.
I did not recoil.
I did not retreat.
I thought I could ride the storms.
I thought I could embrace the blood.
I was not afraid of the shadows or moonlight.
I wanted to believe. I needed to believe.
That, I could endure it all.
Nothing to fear.
As long as I remained, at least a reflection.
In her eyes.
© 2013 J.B. Thomas