of crimson blood
and tasteless things
of summer nights
and midday breezesof salty ocean waves
and dark coffee beans
of hues of blue
and dancing greensall of which i saw
within the realms of her wild eyes
they told the stories of the past
the bright present
and tiny slivers of the futurethey told of water droplets
and silver swords
of winter's kiss
and a hero's last standa crystal ball
was trapped inside her irises
drawing me in with suspense laden kisses
never telling the future she knewof midnight hair
and old, wise trees
of cozy cottages
and war battle fieldsof roaring rivers
and graceful edifices
of sea storms
and miles of open roadall of which i saw
in her crystal ball eyes
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Poetrythe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...