Blue eyes
it seemed like soft rain that washed across
my soul
and the shimmering blond
that greeted me with a beckoning light
she is a dream
otherwise I could not bear it
for the world is so cold
and she is a glimmering sun in the night
and if she be real
then I am lost in a world of darkness
and she is all my heart can admit
as it cries
and bears the pain that will unroll
when the morning greets me with its fright
and I see the reality
and it is a dreary sight
a gray world she does not bless.
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