At this movie once your great green eyes clouded and cried.

Now the sky wheels and falls into the arms of green oaks as rain.

What then does remain after tear tracks vanish and all this music fades?

Perhaps the weight of water would shape memory into maps for me to navigate these days As your eyes light my way!

See

In black your burning - the peak of a raising flame.

Hear

In back your echo - an undulating sea in a clenched shell.

Smell

In black your aroma - the musk of brown leaves and freshly fallen snow.

Taste

In black your body - the flesh of a ripe nectarine.

The herd moves into the glutch where the salt lick waits.

Their thirst is mine too. I too carry the signs of branding.

Iron pressed into leather, desire pressed against memory.