In the day, I dreamt
I dreamt that you were there
And once more,
Spiraling, my heart fell,
Desperation had taken over.
My soul captured in rapture.
Why? Oh why?
Why does this feeling rise?
And the aching on my chest
Why does it not cease?
The light shinned,
Realization had stricken the divine.
Once more, all went gray.
Why can’t I see? Why am I blinded?
Have I lost it?
That it that made me sane,
Or have I lost my will to carry on?
And there it all was again,
That blue, that electrifying blue,
A color that gleamed at nothing
And at everything.
This blue martyr was yours,
They were your eyes.
Silence consumed my pathetic sentiment,
Pity eating away at me,
And you with that ray of blue light,
With that dream,
With those eyes.
Oh! And how well did they taunt me!
Those beautiful blue eyes.
