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.