Sandra Fowler - I Think Light Breaks

your eyes have burned the time to filigree.
Nothing is left of light's necessity.
Silence has interlocked us both in lace.
Great trees are fighting darkness for their space.
Eternal whiteness decorates the grass.
Leaves skim distance like ornaments of glass.
Is there a moon for such a heavy sky?
I think light breaks somewhere without a cry.

Sandra Fowler

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