Your Eyes

Clear as a spring
gleaming in the sun
like a thousand tears
of unforgiven angels.

Luminous like a candle
in a shadowy room
where forgotten souls
linger and lament.

Like a lighthouse
for a lost sailor,
like his house
in the coast.

Those are your eyes
for me, a place
to come back after
my tyring week.


Lo que dan de sí unos ojos. Este es para Sara.