Behind Her Eyes

Perennially lost in her thoughts,
captured by the musk of memories,
she wonders if ostriches have a song
and whether buried fears eventually
cremate the soul.

Her lips are moving
tracing thoughts as they write smiles
and erase them as quickly.
From this angle she can see
notches on his bedpost,
vision strangled in green eyes.

Dreams waiting to be found
lie where secrets accrue
amidst the salty grit of wind stung shores.
She belongs with those who’ll
never grow up,
counting the years like beads,
wishing on the same moon.