ACROSS

I must tell the truth
I am greedy for vision
starved for sight
the arc of the swan’s wing
mimics the moon
the pool and the pansy
golden ripples on purple stones
my eyes are hungry
they emerge from blindness
shed fear
and behold aqua
 

DOWN

I must tell the truth
I am greedy for vision
the arc of the swan’s wing
the pool
my eyes are hungry
they emerge
starved for sight
mimic the moon
and the pansy
From blindness 
shed fear
and behold
aqua