opaque veil brown to blue then back
pulls thru centre gravity within that hidden
circle. the you is novel; a dark shroud,
shrouded in its blink: tight silk scarf eyes.
the feel darker still, yet
soothing. soothing air,
soothing lilt, watching, forever watching
with scent-filled eyes that begin their fill.
knowledge is the painting from which they sip.
rustling summer leaves sound her calling
warmth on fur grey, majestic splendour in silence
is her note; slip they do upon white
leaves many, touch cool her whispers
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova