And the eyes dawned like the clear pools they were, Translucent in the morning's stare, Blinking lightly as they passed across the subtle Form, unmoving, beside them. They smiled, bring dawn to the world, And the master awakened, Eyes bright to the game, And they smiled too... All was lost in the pleasure of the morning.
This poem is Copyright (c) 1994 Kerry Brodt. All rights reserved.