Quote:

"My mother told me once
a story about a well.

An old one, ancient even
carved on earth at the depths of Shadowlands.

She told me about
how sometimes, when the night's darkness was at its peak,
if one peered at its entrails,
the stars' reflection would shine in acknowledgment
and concede a single wish
to a willing soul.


My mother told me once
a story about a well.

I do wonder, however, if she ever knew
that the stars she dearly dreamed about
were, in fact
eyes.