Have we lost you?
Your distant stare and shallow voice seem to
find you elsewhere.
Where else could you be?
Who else could you be?
We live through eyes with glass walls.
And when your glassy eyes twinkle,
my grinning forehead wrinkles;
you speak, but your eyes,
they sing to me.
Matter can never be destroyed
it can only be found again.
So however you choose to live and
lose yourself in the earth,
I will always find your eyes in spring.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Have we lost you?
Your distant stare and shallow voice seem to
find you elsewhere.
Where else could you be?
Who else could you be?
We live through eyes with glass walls.
And when your glassy eyes twinkle,
my grinning forehead wrinkles;
you speak, but your eyes,
they sing to me.
Matter can never be destroyed
it can only be found again.
So however you choose to live and
lose yourself in the earth,
I will always find your eyes in spring.
