An Oath

Scarlet eyes dart fretfullyBlue orbs veiled in layersGuises maintaining thoughtsFurtive cracking of their ribsGurneys transport beloved lifeKinfolk wait in a soundless voidPostponing her solemn decreeChoosing youth to now reviveAging man gently turning bluishSeeing a vision of a blue-gray heronWeary, gloved his hand now in hersDucts are dry, like his thirsty skinShe looks up and begs … Continue reading An Oath