The sun,
a magnifying glass
on the path, a blood trail.
Solstice, dark nights,
cold toes.
Blue eyes
searching for the moon
but the moon is new.
Tired of
being
gazed upon, wrapped
in a velvet cloak.
They stop
staring,
slumber and wait
for arrival of the sun
which they
can see
at the expense of their eyes
and means so much less.
