These hours, these days,
Spent in an idle haze,
Eyes wide open,
But see nothing with their distant gaze.
Oh, but these eyes!
How dearly they wish to cry,
But lest they be frowned upon,
Only let out a silent sigh.
Just yesterday, it seems,
They had seen a million dreams,
Of a future filled with passion and joy,
Of soaring high up, amidst the sunbeams.
But in an instant, these rays now lost,
Plunged into darkness, so deep so vast,
It seems like a bottomless pit,
Into which these eyes are cast.
All day and all night long,
The leaves sing a woeful song,
Rustling and waving to the tune,
Bidding the eyes to sing along.
But these forlorn eyes, they dare not speak,
For the immense darkness has made them weak,
Wishing for someone to share their agony,
Alas! They know not where to seek.
Blind and hapless the eyes live on,
Nowhere to find the spark that once shone,
Only to be caressed by the ethereal beam,
Then can rest as the lids become one.