Edges

I see edges within your eyes

A tapestry of what remains

Unsaid but silently exposed

Beautiful in asymmetry

 

Not smooth nor curved, yet

Undisturbed by afflictions of this life

Edges amongst the thorns

Wool that has gone unshorn

Wild- untamed and fancy free

Simple in complexity

 

I see edges within your eyes

Gleaming in spectacular identity

Hidden but never completely gone

Endless possibility

 

A lion roars and a doves soars

Partners for evermore – gentle

In the roughness of self, accepting as no one else.

Flaws that speak to my soul,

Resolute in specific likeness

 

On the precipice still undone

Striking in virtue, hanging on

Sharpness gives way, guiding the way

Sunbeams alight and we both take flight.

-Lavinia Busch