sorrow is their eyes, the carpet, the shirt hung on the chair with the square motifs.
sorrow is the birds in the sky, the sun shining high, even her smile.
now open your eyes.
and a hundred black doves will hurry forth -
tears that darken the night sky.
Casper Fields
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-me-and-the-night-sky/
