Her Voice His Eyes

On the other side I had seen a little girl,
her right hand holding a man's left,
leading him towards the night,
her voice being his eyes.
The sun is red, she said, and soon
she will dive into the glistening sea.

Having eyes only for the man at her side

she had not taken notice of me,

and still I felt like an intruder.

Suddenly I sensed myself walking away,

and only the sun could see

my eyes burning with sorrow and joy.

Could you see through walls,
there's a girl holding a man's hand
her voice being his eyes.
© 2009 Sean Jeating