I couldn’t learn your face by heart
it turned and we were gone
but our eyes had met head on
engraved on the prism face and in the memory
first incubation in neverland
When much later
having learned the laws of perspective
I saw your eyes on a straight line
a clear dart
curbed only by that laughter
known to come from lives past -
and the dream, from the night before,
vouching for the original -
I’m not saying I started to believe in everything
but in that moment I believed everything.
I couldn’t learn your face by heart.
On the other hand, I could
from then onwards which is now
command my own destiny
as one says.