Sleepy after the sun
the house is full of light
spilt from our eyes.
Soon our eyes are empty
and we see.
Yet Our Life Is Sweet
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Sleepy after the sun
the house is full of light
spilt from our eyes.
Soon our eyes are empty
and we see.
hi
A haunting poem… from the title to the very last word. The light spilling from the eyes could be images brought from outside, like beams through the holes of a mask. …”and we see”… how? feelingly? as blind Gloucester?
Dana-Maria
A haunting poem… from the title to the very last word. The light spilling from the eyes could be images brought from outside, like beams through the holes of a mask. …”and we see”… how? feelingly? as blind Gloucester?
Dana-Maria
Alway life sweet!