Dreamy eye’s, Searching Faces,
Hopes against the hopeless mind,
Myopia Dreams-broken windowpanes,
The Angel stare at the pure light,
The Devil Sparks the Craving Heart.
Take me away to the Realm of your own Device,
Bind with voice of Enchantment-and send me to a dream,
Pain the Blacken heart with you fairness,
How can pain be a pleasure,yet when we are blind.
From our own dreams.
It’s all a dream, a mist in the dawn,
How could the moon glow,without the sun.
And if the two eye’s met what would they say ?
What would decay ? What would be made ?
What would be the ending at the end of our time…
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Gara-Yaka made no comment when he passed this note to me scribbled on a Doughnut Paper Bag(Doughnut half eaten). After finishing the doughnut, well i thought of putting up the poem… Pooh.. Gara-Yaka, the poet.. LoL.
