Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A sort of a requiem

Today, when her eyes were closed

They absorbed these things unseen

They swept the void and scanned the dark

And carefully wiped them clean

With closed eyes she saw the ways

Thrills were embossed in the dark

She saw pulchritude and plenty

In abysses cold and stark

When her eyes closed, she saw

How the heart swells with feelings

To dizzying heights and plunging depths

Through all its capricious dealings

When an innocent heart was broken

And its pieces fell to the ground

Her eyes took them in willingly

Each little bit lying around

How much her eyes saw and captured

How many things great and small

How much they held in captive splendour

Though the dead see nothing at all

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