reflections in watered-down glass

2) and i was like: (psammead)

                        hold on,

you got glitter in your eye

let me take it out

           with my tongue --

you got sand in your eyes

            let me clean them,

iris blooming bold on the sclera field

blue like

               Summer Sky,

glittering eyes in the winter rain

   that washed them clean.

time grew tired

           of turning

   so come take centre stage

because the clock

won't turn back, no

and i don't want to look back

and see scleras blinking

                      clean and bloomless

when i know how they could have been.

(20th January 2015)