Into Her Eyes

Em regains her sight and Trev gets a little poetic.

I looked into her eyes and all the world slipped away
watching grass grow
or paint dry
or rain fall
or coffee poured
or teeth brushed
or buttons buttoned
or hair parted
or water drawn
or pencil held
or finger traced
or breath exchanged
of beaches walked
and flowers picked
of breezes sailed
and clouds raked
of fog worn
and sweat embraced
of seat shared
and sweater grey
as cups sit on wood
and fingers twirl
thoughts of moments
where trees extend
and birds perch
feathers rowed
with beaks polished
a shoulder leans
a curve revealed
of light and shadow
and into her eyes
I feel my world

"A penny for your thoughts," said Em.

Trev sighed. She could see again. So could he.