Eyes Watching

Eyes watching,

wondering Olympus' creation

through the silent wind

and sun's warmth; 

In the afternoon Spring 

receiving a golden light

beyond memories, 

beyond time;

A looney, 

                a vagabond

a poet, 

             a nothing, 

that's what one all is; 

Eyes watching,

wondering Olympus' creation

revealing itself in flesh 

without a voice but these words.