My eyes
they are sad
having not seen
you
for days
they are lost
they don't see
anything else
coming
or going
They wait
for your presence
to wake them
out of the trance
they went
when last time
they saw you
My eyes
they are sad
for they see
nothing else
that's more beautiful
or even closely
comparable
to you
your angel heart
pilgrim soul
that held me
my heart
and my soul
as mortgage
for our
next meeting
My eyes
they are frozen
they see one way
from where
you promised
to come
and hold me
once again
close to your
breast tight
not letting me
go yet again
alone
into this world
seeing strangers
unknown to me
without your hand
My eyes
they are sleepless
they don't want
to dream
least you come
and keep
your promise
to meet there
My eyes
they want to
let dreams pass
and see you
right here
in reality
once
on this earth
again and again
My eyes
they are closed
they did not
see you come
they are heading
to the grave
with an unfulfilled
promise,
a wish
they hoped
will be fulfilled
but the eyes
will remain
in the grave
waiting to see
if you come
there and
at least hold
my hand
through the soil
once again.
they are sad
having not seen
you
for days
they are lost
they don't see
anything else
coming
or going
They wait
for your presence
to wake them
out of the trance
they went
when last time
they saw you
My eyes
they are sad
for they see
nothing else
that's more beautiful
or even closely
comparable
to you
your angel heart
pilgrim soul
that held me
my heart
and my soul
as mortgage
for our
next meeting
My eyes
they are frozen
they see one way
from where
you promised
to come
and hold me
once again
close to your
breast tight
not letting me
go yet again
alone
into this world
seeing strangers
unknown to me
without your hand
My eyes
they are sleepless
they don't want
to dream
least you come
and keep
your promise
to meet there
My eyes
they want to
let dreams pass
and see you
right here
in reality
once
on this earth
again and again
My eyes
they are closed
they did not
see you come
they are heading
to the grave
with an unfulfilled
promise,
a wish
they hoped
will be fulfilled
but the eyes
will remain
in the grave
waiting to see
if you come
there and
at least hold
my hand
through the soil
once again.
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