bright eyed

 Bright eyes too bright for gazing too long
 Into too many false dawns of Hope.
 A wind in the grass, a lilt in the Skysong
 Soaring thoughts to a different strain!

 Eyes ever waiting, long past petty baubles
 Like reality, life and eternity.
 Ever so faint over a lifetime's rubbles
 Come the words, clear as a sunbeam -
 "Sur la pont, d'Avignon
  L'on y dance, l'on y dance . . . "

 Awaiting the lord's return from his crusades,
 Blind to the chatter of banal charades.

 I have wagered a thousand worlds and will again
 Lest a tear from eyes so clear e'er falls in pain.