Pupils

Those eyes

taught me to see

the hours sleeping

under the autumn skin,

the waves borning

while crushing.

Those eyes

taught me to be seen

without fear,

to give a hand

to the old routines

which pulled off my dreams.

Those eyes

that I want close to me

every winter

when I´m away,

far in the distance,

the ash in the wind.

Those eyes

always there in the night,

always during the day,

those which talked to me

when no one else did.

Those eyes

from which I´ve learned to whisper

and never knew how to listen to.

Those eyes

were my mirror

and I´ve buried with moss,

those were my reflection

and I´ve filled it with smoke.

Those

are now these.

Still alive.

A life I haven´t met,

the one I left,

the one I´ve lost,

that one that I miss

and one day I touched.

New eyes

that I haven´t cared

when weren´t sick.

New eyes

that I´m still looking at

despite the other reflections.