Did he ever know how his eyes sparked in the morning?
Not at first, not those half-dreaming, limbo-sleeping moments, but then, when I touched him, gave him a smile and twinkling eyes – they sparked
As if though a lightning hit them and catalyzed energy into them
Maybe I was the lightning
Maybe he was my conductor
Did he ever know how I, sometimes, tested his affection for me, judging from his eyes, if they glistened or not.
Imagine new-fallen snow in the first rays of sun in the morning
The glimmer it emits?
Such were his eyes in the morning
New-fallen snow in the sun
Josie Mattsson 