Autumn’s Eyes

Who’s seen the eyes of autumnHow many mysteries are hidden in their transparencyTime seems already asleepin a place the gaze can’t reachOnly bird shadows, in a flash,sweep past that eternal lonelinessAutumn’s eyes are pureTheir waves of light float above realityOnly the little boat in dreamscan wistfully row toward the limitless shoreAutumn’s eyes are etherealEven if a trace of intoxication climbs over the bamboo railthe falling leaf is silent, it listens aloneto this world’s final disappearanceAutumn’s eyes offer a certain hint of the futureThey make optimists believeall life is beautiful because of love