Telescopes

Sun comes down.

Curtains closed.

Lights off.

Two by two,

.. they all shut slowly.

Two by two,

.. they rest temporarily.


But always left with only Two.
Two still opened.
Two still awake.


Those two that never rest,
wide open and shining after yawning.

Those two that can see,
what it can't say in words.

Those two that keeps in sight,
when each and everyone tells them good night.

Those two that dont sleep,
and express the reason thats down deep.

Those two that when they look at you,
they see more than you can ever know.

They're not science.
Nothing related to mechanics.
Unexplainable,
that's just the way they are.
They never forget you,
even if you don't visit every once in a while.

After watching the world shut down.
Now.. they're closing slowly.
because they've said what they can give.

My eyes that see endless theories,
With their own telescopes they live.