Eyes

Interest bursting out of the eyes. Death to the past. Sobering in this moment of a new day. Time itself relaxes upon the now. Strength has imposed itself upon all and certainty has entered the room. Easiness has lost its way and become only tiredness. And from the sleep of its tiredness becomes vitality. There is selfishness as there has to be, but without inconsideration. Fear and the longing for escape have become consumed and dwell only on the outskirts of the mind, until they are swallowed by an old one. And the silence of the room is at one with the stillness inside. And the light will fashion the candle, as the day will fashion the weather, and the feeling is of home, and there is peace in the interest that was bursting out of the eyes.