Blurred Vision

It is upon revisiting

That we forget what we left behind

For brown eyes are too deep to drown

All the names we keep in the mist of time

It is upon the blue smoke

Of the morning’s first deep inhale

That we recall that shiver we once had

When sunrise followed a moonless night

It is upon unwashed pillows

That we still drop our tears in vain

For old dreams find their calm and space

In beds under open windows at noon

It is upon the fear of time

That we pass quiet and look for signs

Of places, names, and sad brown eyes

Where oceans have drowned and moons washed

On an August night

February 7, 2019