The Grey-Eyed Soul
𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦 — “Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see.”
―William Shakespeare
I
The grey-eyed soul lies quietly, as one on a tree
Gazing from a warm nest that lulls reveries;
Even when she mistakes heartache for peace,
Wind falls silent and tears well up in her eyes.
By this, her moans tighten her weary breath;
And her spirit fades away with life-or-death.
II
For all has already been loved on the heavy earth,
She wonders if there is still anything to cherish;
But those eyes that endure the pain of a childbirth,
Complain about her hesitant soul that may perish.
O, the mother’s song commands her to rejoice
And soothes her trembling with a mellow voice.
III
Thus her burning tears begin to flow upwards! —
And still to disbelieve, the rhyme pleads for a desire:
‘I will leave this familiar branch, so to express in words
Those visions already lived near the yearning fire.
Despite the two distant times, my heart shall lead me
To the right poem of mine that will set me free.’
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