Only true eyes can really cry.
It seems like only yesterday my dreams were just a shade of grey|
And all my soft wish wanderings had vanished as the church bell rings,
For sometimes I would call out loud and still feel lost within a crowd
My loneliness was just a word, a rainbow feathered whispering bird.
Tomorrow felt so far away, another poem another play
Another verse I had to write without my usual second sight,
Just ribbon reasons fluttering, ribbons that only love can bring
Across the sunset ribboned sky, only true eyes can really cry.
Between the pages that I read, the ones on which my poems feed
Sometimes there is a hidden rhyme, exhumed from once upon a time,
That brings so much of you to me, so much that I can really see
And yet in some peculiar way, it seems like only yesterday…
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