Her Eyes
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He cries himself to sleep,
When he sleeps at all.
Beneath the darkest clouds, that hang, so heavy . . .

Over flat and dull expanses.

The colors seem, to fade to gray,
Without her here beside him.

The pleasure seems, to melt away;
The emptiness, inside his soul, seems so much larger . . .

So he cries himself to sleep.

And dreams of,
Her eyes . . .

So soft,
And warm,
And bright.

And hears in,
His mind,

'My love,'
'I miss you so.'

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Awake again, to find his pain still lingers.
He feels so weak . . .
. . .

He scarcely finds his feet . . .

This is how he vents,
When he can't hold,
All that's inside him.

This is how he speaks to her,
When he finds, that words are frightening:

'I dream of,
Your eyes . . .'

'So soft,
And warm,
And bright.'

'You're here in,
My mind . . .'

'My love,
I need you so much.'

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

'You chase the darkness from my life'