Dark eyes peer down upon.
While outside the window, wind gusts.
A crow caws in the distance, I hear him scream.
Moon rises on this hollow land,
spreading light in its span.
Dark feelings wash over me.
The taste of something sweet heavy on my tongue.
Inhibiting thee, my visions lost.
"It will pass" many lips whisper.
Dark eyes peering within the soul.
Down deep to the ground my feelings go.
Wind whipping and spirits grow.
Still, a candle flickers on the table,
emotion rises, light splitting angles.
A different perspective won that day.
It is ok to feel dismay,
when the sun returns to sweep it away.