this was a nice piece, though it never really gained my attention till the last line. the rest of the poem was too disjunctured to keep me speel bound to some of it's words. here are a few I liked, yet couldn't pay much attention to due to the poems nature.
...stirs the eyelashes that tint
I'd recommend putting that in one line if possible.
this is great, it reminds me of my grandfathers face, or that of a man who has done manual labor most of his life (though my grandfather had a desk job.). the rest of that stanza was really too disjunctured to feel rhythmical at all.
...morning shadows lighten...
this is a great bit right here at the end. not the best in the world mind you (lets face it, the best is only an opinion.), but great enough to accomplish it's task.
you have some good concepts and phrases, but the rhythm and rhyme (if any) are too weak to support any of it. work on it and it will get better.