Michael Cashmore Your Eyes Close
Your eyes close to me by fog
And I awake and arise
As the light in your eyes
Whose heavy lids close on me
My world, my life
They close on me
And I am not
No longer
They open
And I spring up their wish
Like a field of flowers
You close your eyes and I die
You close your eyes and I die
Whilst others in sleep follow lambs
I look at my hands
And count the Sun making another scar across my sky
And I close my eyes
