This poem takes place in gentle whispers
Like soft wisps of fur and purring whiskers
Susurrations, rustles, voices on a breeze
And how will this poem end? Together, we see.
With a stroll in the meadows of your eyes
Where loving fairies shall hear no lies
The sun will set and ever rise
For Time itself will hypnotize
The Universe to break its ties
Set down its foot, “No Compromise!”
Why once timeless flows now crystallize?
A loving look from authentic eyes
Yet, her eyes had closed from these sweetest whispers
A hairsbreadth passage and one whisper now kissed her
Image credit: Close up of a house cat pupil (2006), David Corby.
Primitive Joe 
