Here, in the moment, here, where our eyes first met;
Here, this moment, this moment never forget;
Let’s stay here, in the liquid beauty of our looking eyes:
Ocean! Ocean—no shore, no sad-sounding bird shore cries;
The store front window, reflecting only skies;
Don’t go back into the store, into the labyrinth of lies
Where our lives exist; let’s live where you know mine and I know your eyes.
Make no movie, for that means so much work;
Different camera angles, other actors, the director is a jerk;
No; stay here, where the tremendous ocean sighs
With music; you have a love for clouds; clouds are imprisoned in the skies;
Skies of continuous clouds, clouds caught, appearing, going,
Clouds found nowhere else but in skies—skies which frown on their own winds blowing;
Our eyes knowing more about beauty and minds—than minds themselves are knowing.
Let’s stay here! In the superficial flatness of a frame,
Where many a dying lover has scrawled their forgotten name,
A space where all that wastes life, sadly and slow,
Wipes a flat life clean in an instant, erases everything we know,
But since we in the flatness live, we survive,
Where the eyes begin, always beginning, and alive;
Known, the beginning, when you looked at me and I looked at you,
The beginning of the beautiful. The beginning of the true.