Brown Eyes Poem by Halsho Zangana

You come, with the breeze of night,
and it is my corpus of candles,
you come, and ignite.
I see your soft skin, which reflects like the moon,
Altering the pitch dark
into a tenderized light.

You come like a legion of thoughts,
and you haunt, and still...
with images, words, dream and poems
my mind you refill.

So I hug a branch of words,
in the summer season of love,
and I pour it down on you,
knowing it's never enough.