Behind Glass Panels and Chimneys

Behind the glass, protected by dry corn,
I again saw those eyes that I couldn't see
sparkle as I have once imagined when
I thought they reflected my likeness.
But I saw them pointed towards me
and I almost leapt with joy as my
heart once leapt the first time
that I saw the crevices at the edge
of your lips when you smiled.

You must have seen your own reflection, too.

Behind the big chimneys that are my friends,
I again saw those eyes that I wouldn't see
because mine have lost the sparkle when
all my imagination was erased on Wednesday,
when time stopped and sprinted at the same time.
But I saw them pointed towards me
and I almost leapt with joy as my
heart once leapt because it just felt
like leaping every time I see you—

whether you smiled or frowned,
whether you looked at me or didn't

like right about now,
as you walked on by.

The Sun doesn't always
shine on TV, as A-ha say.
Today, the Sun shone
behind it.

In black.