with kind eyes
and in the evening
his eyes are kind too
but they have grown cataracted by time
the ceaseless encirclement of the sun
has led them blind like an imbecile on a leash
and in the dusk there is a man progressing across the earth
by means of lamps
they gutter for to betray a lesser dawn
all along he knew her eyes were more precious
than the stars he could not reach
nor the depths fathom
