Your Eyes

Your eyes are the country of lightning and of tears,
of silence that speaks,
of storms without wind and the sea without waves,
caged birds and dreaming brutes,
the cruel collisions of the truth,
autumn in a clearing of the forest where sunlight sings on limbs of trees and birds are all the leaves,
a beach which meets the morning in the fullness of all eyes,
a basket of the fruits of fire
and a nourishing lie,
the mirrors of this world and the doors of more to come,
the pulsing stillness of the sea at noon, an
infinity that blinks,
the highest peak.

Octavio Paz (1900-1970)
Tranlsated from the Spanish by Kevin O'Donnell (2004)