Crow’s Eye

The image of what you see

is reflected on black crow’s eye.

Mustard moon is a mirror

with you engraved on one side

and me embossed on the other.

You are an intriguing stranger

filled with my thoughts

and reflecting my tomorrow

while I am merely an echo

of yesterday and the future

impregnated by your flood

of mirror images of our destiny.

I ride the peak of your cusp,

speak to you locked inside

as you sleep the slumber

that wears away darkness.

My eyes catch your sting

of secluded timelessness

and see who we are

and what we will become.