Baby Enea’s eyes (dedicated to my three weeks old grandson)

Asleep in my arms

Enea is immersed in joy.

To whom does he smile

behind his closed eyes?

What dreams does he dream?

What is it that drives him into ecstasy?

Where is this secret place

where he goes back to play,

to skip, to dance, to fly?

Something transcends

what can be perceived.

He sleeps in my arms

yet his mind roams upper spheres.

Suddenly he opens his eyes

and to my surprise he smiles.

Eyes in eyes we explore

each other’s mysteries.

In my heart I give grace

for this perfect little miracle

that is enriching our lives.

His eyes are portals to paradise

they share amazing truths I know

but I fear that somewhere along the way

I have lost the key of interpretation.

I need to search for it within my soul.

Baby Enea’s eyes are wise.

He knows about love

of this I am aware

and then it dawns upon me:

love is the key,

love is the key.