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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477067" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Your Eyes For Awhile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes for awhile <br>were the only eyes <br>I could see through <br>to catch a glimpse of god; <br>were windows into my own soul <br>that I could look through from the outside<br>without throwing the moon <br>through my reflection like a stone <br>in the hand of an angry boy. <br>And it was always as true <br>as the way your heart grew <br>that you could love strangers <br>easier than I do even now <br>after all these years of learning how<br>to talk to mirrors in their own language. <br>And you were not one woman <br>but all women forever <br>when I saw you once <br>bending down like the dusk <br>to touch the last of the flowers <br>as if you would never see them again. <br>As serene as the evening <br>there was no labour in your beauty <br>and I swear when I saw you that night <br>I felt as if I were the whole world watching<br>time put a finger to its lips <br>and pour its fountain <br>into the flow of your body<br>as if it were the sum of all passage.<br>And though I was your friend in all things <br>every evening since<br>the candle went out <br>in the lantern of a lost tomorrow <br>I have walked out into abandoned fields alone<br>and asked the saddest questions <br>of the most distant stars <br>knowing there is not enough light sometimes <br>even in the eyes of God <br>to be a companion of our sorrows.<br>And the questions grow longer <br>as the darkness deepens <br>the echo of my longing <br>in a well as dry as my skull<br>and closes its gates like scars.<br>And then those nights come<br>like a life or a day <br>or even just this moment <br>when I stop asking <br>why human suffering <br>is always indescribably true<br>and joyful as an irreproachable buffoon <br>sword-dancing alone with the moon <br>who writes me dangerous loveletters <br>as if she were the Lady of the Lake <br>receiving me back<br>like a funeral ship <br>into this mysterium of you, <br>I can almost believe that you know<br>even though the night mocks the crow <br>that pines for mercy<br>and turns its lightless face toward you <br>as if it could still feel <br>the warmth of the sun at midnight<br>in your eyes again<br>like the afterlife of light <br>playing with fireflies in the abyss <br>now that the summer constellations have gone down; <br>that somehow you must know <br>like a guitar <br>on the far side of a room<br>where someone is singing<br>as if they had their ear <br>to the womb <br>of your irrevocable absence<br>that binds me to you with every breath<br>I take for two <br>as if I had learned to live on death <br>to keep you alive in me <br>where you still flow through the seasons <br>on the nightstreams of my blood <br>like blossoms and leaves and stars<br>and the moon leaves no scars on the water; <br>must know. Or a demon’s a kinder face <br>to bestow on the darkness <br>than a black hole without eyes, <br>though it’s taken many, long, painful years <br>for the night to share the light with its jewels again<br>and as many schools as there are fools to fill them<br>that even just one <br>of those slightly compassionate smiles<br>you would send across the room <br>to cool the furnace of my heart <br>with the lightness of one snowflake, <br>one feather<br>gracing a change in the weather, <br>knew more about love <br>as a raindropp knows the sea<br>than all of us <br>who have been washed up <br>on this cold, lonely shore together<br>thinking we may have been saved <br>for something more <br>than this tidal longing <br>to brave the sea again<br>and even if doomed to drown <br>as I have learned<br>from this shale of pain <br>that has carbon-dated the eras <br>of my missing you<br>like a life that didn’t <br>flash before my eyes <br>as I went down for good with everything, <br>to thank-you, o, yes, <br>with nothing but love and light in my heart<br>and your face in the eye of my solitude<br>as I stand before the sea in gratitude <br>to thank-you<br>as you well knew one day I could <br>for the generosity of the wound <br>that has run like my life<br>down these eyes<br>these windows <br>this page <br>these empty mirrors <br>of autumn rain <br>that have wept for years without you<br>just to see you again <br>for one moment more<br>than the time I have left <br>to know that I never will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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were the only eyes 
I could see through 
to catch a glimpse of god; 
were windows into my own soul 
that I could look through from the outside
without throwing the moon 
through my reflection like a stone 
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