..their strong and aristocratic silence, the silence of strong trees, meant something else.''
Women's bodies merged out of the trees, dark, bulbous trees.
They appeared everywhere.
Soft, low voices.
Women's voices, breathless.
Stood, at the top of a small hill,
looking up at the sky.
It was bright, sunny.
Yellow/orange circle filled my eyes
and there lye a symbol,
and in the middle of the star, an eye,
a women's eye,
a child's eye,
the Devils eye,
cast over like a shadow
in the deepened yellow/orange sky.