oh the colors of the eyes I have not seen
melting together as June snowdrifts
pouring themselves into sea shells
I wonder at the things which they have seen
or not seen
I am yours and you are mine
because we were both forged from the same hot
furnaces of the suns
and because I give myself to you.
to have me and hold me, humanity.
in my wanderings I have glimpsed you.
sometimes you are a hundred tiny hands reaching for warmth.
sometimes you are the hundred fallen in leaves that congregate
in the gutters.
and when the stars blink they are you.
and when I blink
so many of you blink with me.
but the dark beneath my eyelids is not shared.
oh eyes, your eyes,
which I have never seen,
your gray, your green, your blue, your brown eyes,
and all of them opening like flowers!