Her garden was over grown
The night shade ran down
into the crack in the earth
where eyes aren’t the same–
Where the blinding brilliance of the sun
doesn’t linger,
doesn’t catch in pools
on water,
isn’t magic.

If you follow the trail of night shade–
like she did, one December day–
you would find that underground lights
sparkle eternally
Unknown sources,
fueling this strange world–
Center of the earth magic–
lava and water dripping
slowly to the core of your heart.