Moon Eyes Watching

Moon eyes watching

Moon eyes watering,

magnified. Yellow and waning.

Light becoming shy of its surface again.

From the spire peaking above the stratosphere I watch

Into the gray heavens with its rolling silver vapor

the yellow moon and its phantom breath,

the horizon rolls and becomes new.

From the room within the spire I become old.

I speak in echoes and find comfort in dead stone walls.

Moon eyes growing wider. Yellow and waxing.

Light radiating from its surface again.

From the spire I witness the crescendo. The phantom breath softens.

Born at the new, die at the full.

My eyes look down on a spire peaking above the clouds.

I see a woman from the window, eyes cold and silver.

I hear her echoes from my own heart.

My eyes watering. Yellow and waning.

My eyes. Watching.