something in your eyes reminds me of Alaska Sitka spruce green longings dream scraped midnight sun i would crawl hands and knees sparking Tsar-fire over the last edge of your earth to draw breath of you i would forsake my golden gods drop my armour, heavy into the hearth of dear mother for a single drink of you something in your eyes my soul pines for Alaska to count the moons on your fingers weathered perfect my thoughts linger Rene ~ January 22, 2013 Ejote for d'Verse Poets: Open Link Night #80