Brightness of the Eyes

Steadfast, steadfast, it shone on me its light-winged rainbow, through the corridor of my bruise-blue pupils it poured into my veins: gold, red, blue, green ... moment by moment, color by color, it clothed me in its silk: it became: my body. My cold eyelids grew warm, stirred, the eye of my dream grew bright: upon the rose garden of the world. Steadfast it shone on me, unveiled. There was no other way ...