Your gaze

Your eyes look beyond me to a primal splendor and shine eternity back to me darkly. Your eyes are fulgent night-blue secrets that open like a wish. Your leaning head is the tilt of the earth that sends rivers pouring into the sea. The strands of your hair are the trailing robes of meteos drifting across the galaxy.

You come in the boundary colors of morning and evening. The plains of Troy flicker within you. Above you, dawn brightens over Alexandria.

Your eyes look beyond me to the rays of a dark light and a dream that comes almost to mind in your presence. Substances, accidents gather and dissolve around your gaze. Like snow melting in sunlight. Like leaves blowing in the wind around the Sibyl's secret.

John Monahan