It was all so real, every breath in its usual pattern.
I begged for no end, to remain as Saturn.
And then morning\'s burning glow seeped
Into the corners of private, wishful dreams. I reaped,
What I had sewn.
A cold overtook the once excited, burning bone.
While my eyes were open and looking at the real,
I still dreamt of what I wished to feel.
Still, those eyes drilled into my heart.
Still, those eyes- those eyes... our eyes apart.
My Ravens swept but they need not be eager,
Odin\'s travelled far; my world was meager.
Space for nothing but those lips.
Still, squeezed in were the shameful scripts.
I had never known what to say, how to be honest.
The idea of being that cruel made me the wannest.
Sorry my dear but those eyes are eyes I see,
Your eyes are mine and mine are yours but we...
We are a union of trust and hope,
While you hope for a forever I hope to cope.
To be free of my thought, those birds,
The birds wanting and constructing idle words.
What is love anyway? What does it really mean?
Are we destined? Are we perfect? It doesn\'t matter.