By: Stephen Luke
Your eyes closed.
Breath baited and my eyes -
Wide.
Unpolluted by even a sunset!
What I thought I thought - shadows...
Your eyes see only that is true.
All of this in a few first breaths.
Slowly a moon will come, many more to follow.
Know their light is refraction -
Your eyes as bright as the sun.
Chase that light, know nothing but its truth.
You are whom we hold our breath,
And you've already changed the world
With these first few.
