The wrinkle in your eyes betray
The countless times they did stray
To some fancy you shouldn’t have sought
To some delight you shouldn’t have bought.
I see it as clear as day;
Many nights, you in bed didn’t lay
But went prowling out to the wells
Until the stars above grew tails.
Your pupils like eclipsed moon
Tells me of some future doom.
Alas! That seeing you cannot see
The yellow suns dawning with glee!
