Your pupil is blue and, when you laugh,
its smooth clarity reminds me
of the quavering glow of the morning
which is reflected in the sea.

Your pupil is blue and, when you cry,
the transparent tears on it
look to me like dew drops
on a violet.

Your pupil is blue and, if at the bottom
an idea glimmers like a spot of light,
it seems to me in the evening sky
a wandering star.