Friday, December 7, 2012

I miss them


when i was young, i had eyes
hundred watt bulbs
in forty watt sockets

these eyes, they could see
whatever my heart believed
and i followed them
losing doubt in the chase

fences became possibilities
through a greater vision
filled with light
inextinguishable

they saw oceans to be sailed
mountains i could climb
girls i could kiss
and a me, without limits

but the Sun, they say
will burn out
and so as well
the eyes of the aged

walking now
in the shadow's long length
i miss bargains i could not keep
and the eyes i failed
to feed