The Eyes of An I

Thin pallid eyes lost at the infinite

Threshold...

Veil the paned windows

Hazing over in opaque pain;

While the rooms within

Fuse in burning fires

Yet...

The hearth’s cold and grey ambers,

Once radiant ideas

That created dreams

Of starry skies,

Remain; coals of fond memories-

In wisps of smoke

Over an ever eroding foundation.

Eyes wide open ebbing shut

At the closing horizon.