03/04/2017
Your eyes became abstraction.
They’ve faded with the years.
Did they bleed black ink
When tragedy struck? And how it struck
At every hushed suggestion.
Were they auburn reservoirs
That signaled fierce defiance?
A tyrant bore my likeness,
and wept upon his temple.
Not an edict left unheeded.
Were they letters in a bottle
That never went to sea?
Your eyes are lost at sea, my darling.
Perhaps the coral reef will find them
And send them towards the orient.