I know these eyes.
I have seen them, some where
They resemble a feeling I have felt between lives,
the residual gap of a last breath,
and the sudden awakening of another.
have existed, somewhere
surrounded by a familiar scenery.
All the colours had sunk,
shapes and objects made no sense.
Only,these eyes in black and white
consumed the light,
the delicate aura of something old.
I now see before me,
between shapes, objects
still consuming the light
of rooms and sceneries.
Eyes that have escaped a soul's past memory.