You Have Gone Away
But Your Eyes Are Still There-Â…
Penetrating As
A River In Flood Eternally In Motion.
As The Perturbations Of The Mind,
As A Crinkled Impetuous Sea-Â…
They Relive The Wicked Pain
Among The Branches Of The Trees
Where Flows The Rain…
The Tears Fall Lightly
Clinging Themselves To The Emotion As
They Go Down Along The Rivulets Of The Eyes
And They Take Rest On The Lips
That Hardly Whisper A Word-Â…
Don’t Cry My Love,
Don’t Cry-Â…
I Will Give You My Dreams
Enclosed In The Silence