Theoria 10



Eyes: only into yours
come

blindly
once

weeping through me.
Come - I wait

in the moonlit garden
where the olive trees murmur of spring.

Come, be awake with me,
into your midnight -

the dream will not die in your eyes.
I will show you

the path through yourself
your love could not visualise.

Three times I laid my hands on your heavy eyelids
sensed your iris flicker in dream.

This agony is real.
You are not what you seem.

 


Note

The relevant biblical reference is Matthew Ch26, v36-46.