By T. Ponder.
Tide of my eyelids swallows my vision
While thoughts become weightless
The void of her has great precision
I shall remain stainless
Inside and outside
True love is reversible
With moments that confide
Every touch is not rehearse-able
Air of despair is unaware
Our clarity is crystal
A thousand words within a stare
Although sight is fairly simple
With panoramic love
Fits us both like a glove
T. PONDER was born November 10, 1990 and has been writing for over ten years.