You always seem
to live.

I see you play
with stones and swings,
Leaping from one tree
to another, then falling.
Scratched by twigs and thorns,
that you once played with.

I see you read
with books and notes,
skimming headlessly
from one page to another,
then putting them down.
Burned by the knowledge,
that once enlightened you.

I see you eat
with cakes and cookies,
tasting one dish then another,
voraciously.
Then you're suddenly fed up
with the food
that once nourished you.

I see you bathe
in streams and rivers,
splashing countless ripples,
and popping bubbles,
only to dry yourself
from the water
that once cleansed you.

I see you sleep
with soft pillows and warm blankets
protecting you from the dark,
the cold night,
caressing your dreams.
Dreams of folly, of laughter,
of despair, anger,
life's fallacies.

Silence.

Then for sometime,
you live
for what may have killed you.

Stay with me
for I see you.

I just watch you.
with my eyes that never close,
with my tears that always flow,
with my light that never blinds
with my sight always unseen.

Hoping that someday,
at the break of dawn,
when you truly awake,

My eyes
will be only
and forever
yours.

(I love you.)