Author Alfred Kreymborg Dear pure gray eyes:Your glance follows methrough my deepest darknessesand saves me from my worst selves,almost.It isn't your fault.I ought to be the best of mortals. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments