Searched without his eyes, 

behind the sun. 

Kept wandering hopelessly. 

From time he could never run. 



Still this place had silence. 

His moment of warmth. 

This place, a mere mirror 

with filters he wished could last. 



The mirror always walked away. 

Regained sight was to come. 

Day's sleep was the only relief, 

but still he came treasureless home.