Cherries

I open my eyes and they are there
to be broken
(thousands)
It never ends
the sweetness of darkness
My fingertips tell me how many times
I've searched for the present
My mind set games
(every game has an end)
through the branches
(looking for another one)
It seems endless
Perhaps my eyes are like screens
I close my eyes 
(and I see again)
On my eyelids the dark is red