The eyes are the doorway to the soul, But when they have been stolen, and replaced with steel, what truly reflects is amazing.
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
Third Apostle's LetterIt's great to be back, amongst my finest companions. It was good to meet and converse with Nathaniel. But "there's no place like home." So the Ancient saying goes.