Imagine your face in someone else’s thoughts
rising to entertain the secret aspect of an eye
and looked to with blind significance
like a small sun without the light.
Already you have been held in mornings
by familial tides, when a parent made the move
to preserve your innocence in a pupil-picture
knowing it is what you may both reduce.
Yet in time you will be clutched in evenings
by the stranger whose sight for you runs deep
and will follow your face, project it within their mind
a moon – giving promise but no relief.