I see the sign of
the universe in your eyes.
It speaks a different
language, like a vigil
in heaven.
The morrow may not
understand. But I can
fathom the image that
you have built.
Some thoughts begin
to linger. Their shadows
protect me from the
enemies and evils.
I may understand better.
From the spark of your
eyes shows a universe
that can never die.
2018
chester maynes 
the first line of your poem is stunning.
thanks