Red Eye.

Red Eye

Across the stepping stones in the hills of the sun flowers kissed by the sun
is where the deadly kahoona grow
not deadly in sense of nightshade
to touch shy
they are deadly in perfurme which will fog your mind and
grip your very being with such certainity that reflected in a mirror
for ever will be a sparkle too your eyes silver more so than any
singing sword
thorns strong
enough to stitch hammocks for the children of the stars