I See Your Eyes

I see your eyes, now turned away from me
remebering a snow once white and pure
that now is melted. You cannot endure
the sight of tidepool youth not pulled to sea
as yours has been, but mine is yet to be.
To you, my lighted eyes are but a lure,
my face, a white disease without a cure,
my lips, forbidden fruit from Eden's tree

while your lips tremble, silent, cold and blue,
lined in age's cruel and bitter frost
and youth is gold with much too high a cost
than silver age can manage to undo.
You glance at me, and I recall to you
the memory of all you now have lost.