Post by 071992 on May 9, 2011 15:02:28 GMT -5
My eyes are open
but they feel empty.
they reflect good
they reflect bad.
But most of all they miss
in the morning
in the evening
at night.
Like clear crystal balls,
they roll.
they roll over memories,
some are old, some are just their sequel,
But all in the present, the past in cannot equal.
The clear lenses no longer focus.
the transparent gate stops beauty flowing in.
the link between the eye, mind and heart
severed.
The image they carefully produce is still.
From the outside they appear blue,
But for me they are clear without you.
but they feel empty.
they reflect good
they reflect bad.
But most of all they miss
in the morning
in the evening
at night.
Like clear crystal balls,
they roll.
they roll over memories,
some are old, some are just their sequel,
But all in the present, the past in cannot equal.
The clear lenses no longer focus.
the transparent gate stops beauty flowing in.
the link between the eye, mind and heart
severed.
The image they carefully produce is still.
From the outside they appear blue,
But for me they are clear without you.