Your Eyes In Which I Travel Have

The Language Of My Love Does Not Belong To Human Language, My Human Body Does Not Touch The Flesh Of My Love.

The Front Windows As Are The Watchmen Of Grief - I've Been Looking Beyond Expectation - Beyond Myself - And I Do Not Know As I Love You - Which One Of Us Is Missing.

The Curve Of Your Eyes Goes Around My Heart, A Round Of Dance And Sweetness, Halo Of Time, Nocturnal And Safe Cradle, And If I Don't Know Any More All That I've Lived Through It's Because I Haven't Always Been Seen By You.

I Cannot Be Known Better Than You Know Me Your Eyes In Which We Sleep We Together Have Made For My Man’s Gleam A Better Fate Than For The Common Nights Your Eyes In Which I Travel Have Given To Signs Along The Roads A Meaning Alien To The Earth In Your Eyes Who Reveal To Us Our Endless Solitude Are No Longer What They Thought Themselves To Be You Cannot Be Known Better Than I Know You.

We Want To Be, When We Are Young, A Little Man. I Would Like To Be A Big Child, Stronger And Fairer Than A Man, And More Lucid Than A Child.