Dark Circles

Staring at the mirror 

I try to absorb it all 

the paleness 

the wrinkles 

the dark circles

Time will spare no one 

ripe will become rot 

the dawn 

brings noon 

then evening  

then dusk 

Visions of your eyes 

appear in front of me  

the merry-go-round starts 

the somber drill of fancying

I wonder then if you 

pristine 

divine 

and far away 

are still immune, exempt 

from the bylaws of this play

I wonder if your flawless face 

has been able to avoid decay 

and thinking ’bout the covenants of time 

I wonder when dark circles will fade away.

Ulysses A.