Beautiful lights in eyes and seasons

No color can account for feeling

Just as no season

Ever remembers the same

(time therein)

They just pass and pass by

Into colorful eyes

And watches and clocks

And days and nights

The old sunlight lives

To bounce itself

Off leaves, and stones, and Iriss

And all a smiling man can do

Is choose

To look and see

To smile and wish

(And the wish is for a longer hold on nothingness)