Eyes

Whose eyes were those
the eyes that I had
the eyes what she loved
and taught
How one to see
and what not ?

The sky as I saw
the stars , the ocean and love
my ears , a little near
how near
to the silence of her ?

And when she left
what she thought
The portraits she borrowed or,
they eyes she got ?

These blindness , whose then?
Whom shall I charge ?
is is it I
or
the sky, the ocean and love ?

A witch I saw , at evening
sunday on ;
as the tram that was last , left us
It’s ring , horn , torn
tickets fly , loose around the sky
hooked me down , a clown in town
to her , lure , blur .

Her eyes , wet and dry
to cry or not to cry
try , did I try
to tell her
that I
with one eye
could only see her
one and once ?