The Ocean Eyes

The cave was dark until he imagined there's no light. 

He stitched his own heart with a grey yarn over the night.

The blood dribbled as an art,

And the sore withered thereupon.

The years he'd lurk

Were the days he'd never count.

The eyes where the ocean lies

Were the depth once you lived.

Deep, deeper than shallow.

Wild, wilder than your wispy arrow. 

He perished so far

But was reborn with ocean eyes from where he'd frost.