Katana Eyes

Broken glass, like sprinkled stars
Falling from your eyes, like envious blades... the fall of spring,
to give us life and the peace inside, we need.

But falling down, will pierce the night
Like smaller swords, and larger knives
And keeping still with trembling hands
And speaking soft with hushed demands.

These bloody hands are all I have.

Broken pond, the sky is split!
The rain is fast, it will not last like this...
So take the stars, the moon, and the sun as well,
And drown them in my heart of stone

In that final reflection, and that last clear sound,
I will perceive you on the ground,
The world your theater, and your life: the scene, oh so free
Alone and still, so alone, but found in me.