Shadow of Your Eyes

 

Another year has passed, and I
still dream. I don't know why.
These dreams live on and on,
but you are gone, and I
still see the uncertain future
in the shadow of your eyes.

In silence I walk this street
and move my unwilling feet
outward from the dream's source,
onward on a collision course
with my uncertain destiny
and the reality that must be.

What's real, and what's known
for certain, and what's shown
in these dreams that possess me?
Why do these dreams obsess me
with an end I've never seen?
What does it really mean?

I can't answer, and I'm unsure
the words exist, their meaning pure.

A storm comes crashing in,
but love's dark stains remain
unchanged by wind and rain,
and I live long nights and lonely days,
lost and looking for always
in the shadow of your eyes.