Faun / Miriam Allen deFord

Faun


Your eyes are like the wind,— Grey, clean and shining. Behind them little lamps are lit eternally, Making them the altar of your inextinguishable spirit. I have seen a dream burn them blue,	       5 And tenderness warm them to hazel; And I have seen them black with thought:— But when I love them most they are the color of the wind, Sweeping over the grasses and the sea.