Dear world

You’re a pretty one

despite the shadows that grow

below eyes and under wrinkles

And though your bones begin to show

though beauty lives in our

Imagination of the past romance -

there remains

Something which is beautiful

.

it remains, something,

In your eyes, your window panes

Still clear into

The inner room

That glint of sun I see,

Receding,

Walking from the world, I light

Upon my inner room

The light is love

I love your eyes

And shadows that from here appear

A pattern, never more