Green, swirling green.
Two patches of grass in an ivory sea,
A crow in the centre spreading his wings
Yet not quite ready to fly.
The grass sways in a gusting wind,
Will it be uprooted?
The eagle in the sky above one of the islands.
The hoods hooked over them that keep them safe
His eyes, I see him sleeping and they’re gone,
And I am left alone.
In the mirror I see mine.
Green, swirling green
Two patches of grass lost in an ivory sea