Writing In Sunglasses

 She's a satellite
who does write
two to three
of many , many
versed rhyme  
in poetry .

There is no light .

As darkness
covers the eyes
on the soundwaves
that she climbs
through airways
of elven lies .

Migraine's , jump to life
sun shades
in lowdown height
escapades
of 'not quite right'
there's no way
in here  
tonight .