I know the color of your eyes
But I do not know them as I desire
I can hear them blinking in the dark
It is the sound only a blind man can hear
Or one who dreams while he is awake
For the soundness of my slumber is not true
Until I know the longing of your gaze upon me
And the sky at the bottom of your tears
While you exclaim to yourself is that all there is
A man who only thinks of his fulfillment
By a woman who life must be his fantasy
But sheath your sword my love
It is not expectation that you must serve
It is not disappointment that you must guard
It is only a meadow that sees the entire mountain
Or a seagull that sees the entire ocean
And to be all that I imagine is all I have
Draw me near and I will forget these things
But until you do I will console myself with a painting
The colors I choose are your arms
The brush that describes them is your heart
In my hands I can make the beat that pleases me
And until I know your eyes like you know mine
I can only stare and hope you know why I act this way