depths - Blackout Poetry Notes

First Love

The depths
of first love seemed
a light in the dark,
for this feeling
was wild and restless.

The world could be
so wild.
No buildings.
Just the sprawling world
in the depths
of the woods, wind, and grass.

For a fleeting instant
she flashed her hidden depths
concealed inside her,
and he saw
that distant look
as if she had lost something.