Eye

Blood moon like a ruby shining;
bright wing of a white bird flying.
Cold Wind, she will tell you nothing;
red stars, they will send you searching.

I am.
I am.

A dream like a violet window;
a place where the light is shadow.
Blood moon like a ruby shining;
bright wing of the night bird flying.

I am.
I am.

I am the eye eternal:
one, watching from all directions.
I know like a perfect mirror—
no sight; myriad reflections.

I am.
I am.