Something about your eyes reminds me
Of dim candlelight that leaps in flecks
in the white silence of a church,
the sad quiet air that settles in the calm of twilit streets,
the kind hands of my grandmother withdrawn
in the recesses of her lap.
Now the shadows come out in bouquets,
monochrome flowers in a monochrome memory...
Like wisps of a dream edging on the verge of reality,
Dark, unknown, patient, groping for existence
like unborn children.
Something about your eyes
Brings to mind that waking state between
language and cognition,
where words hinge not on concepts
but flashes, images, colours and life
that is lived in the mind..
something about your eyes,
lives independently of you
like a dream half dreamt
that leaps and takes flight
from the boughs of your mind.