Teddy Dondanville


Glaring at me, like sun after sleep Was an eye. The pupil, dark as night and the outline, A golden glowing white. Never before had I seen such a vision. I heard myself pleading, ‘please don’t go away… please don’t go away’ As if I knew its visit was impermanent. Slowly my visitor began to dissolve, My eyes fluttered as if to preserve its beauty. But like everything in this world, Its… Read More