On the face of anything,
\nI love the conclusion of the eyes.
\nLife and death are always the same
\nin them.
\nIn stone there is always hardness.
\nIn air, there is nothing to grab
\nwhen you are falling.
\nIn a diary, words fade wistfully
\non the page.
\nSometimes they break into pieces
\nbefore they say anything,
\nlike water spilled on the floor.
\nWhat shape did the water have in the glass?
\nWho knows.<\/p>\n
But the eyes are different.
\nThe lens does its work,
\nand the soul behind it is focused from the heart.
\nAnd whatever form the face,
\nthe life of the eyes tells us
\nwho it is looking into our own.
\nSo you, my beloved, for love\u2019s sake
\nlook into mine.
\nAnd what your eyes see
\nis the solitary place that belongs to us,
\nwhere the eyes are.
\nTransparent and beautiful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On the face of anything, I love the conclusion of the eyes. Life and death are always the same in them. In stone there is…<\/p>\n