Sometimes it is through their eyes
that people come to life
and become visible,
like that night
when you came to life in me.
It was your eyes
that came to life in me,
eyes that revealed you to me,
eyes that, like the Rhine,
were sometimes blue
when they had sunk deep
into their own feelings,
sometimes green
when they laughed,
and sometimes grey,
like that grey heron
that sat watching our first kiss.
You have stayed in me
for ever,
with those river-like eyes of yours,
sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes grey,
and the taste of the first kiss
you placed on my lips without warning,
the quiet flow of the Rhine,
beneath a sky of torn clouds
and the trembling lines of endless light.
