Black Eyes

Come down from the lion's back

call down to the endless sleepers

bring light to the dimming days

that run in an endless stream

now

In the black of the eye

in the heat of the act

is a crack in the ice

Come down from the iron wheel

come back from the endless labor

look down on the rolling waves

that strike on the crumbling reef

now

is what the body becomes

in the bellow aloud

in the crack of the drum

and as the body dies

what is left from the heart

burns white

No light on the western shore

no sign of the ships at anchor

no sound but the roaring winds

no warmth but the life behind the eye

and what the body allows

is a flash in the heart

until the memory dies

and a forever life

is an infinite lie

hung wide