Your face is now half covered by the sun
that shines on you through our uncovered window.
The autumn leaves outside already blend
into the scene, their colours match the one
the light has painted on your face. The sun,
so distant in reality, is here
with us – the particles of dust appear
like tiny moons lit up, just like the one
they each are microcosms of. Your face
is as an icon here, its light is but
an image of a deeper truth. Another’s
face has crossed our countenance, it stays,
forever marking us. The door is shut –
it shines within, the grace that made us brothers.