The eyes tell of tales as the ravens weep.
The stories unwind at the end of the night,
the books close, and the shutters stray …
the secrets stay within, as they are meant to keep.
The eyes tell of tales in ways the ravens have flown.
The stories unbind themselves under the light on the moon,
the fireflies come out and the stars twinkle over the Earth
that has been stitched together by you, alone.