Forgotten

Forgotten
were the days when my eyes were induced
to complex visions and
i wish that my eyes were not so prone
to show what i am seeing
maybe i speak what was not really worn
what was not really spoken

i smile ever so slowly
as the sun closes it eyes
and hawks run from the moon
can you understand what i try and not say ?

The liquid slides slowly down
and the warmth of the day's glow is past
that is when i was waiting for the birth
of my hopes
the words of my bequethed
maybe i should pretend
to be
what it is that everyone is
or was
wherever i stand i am not what should be
i wish my eyes were not so prone
to show my thoughts

the marker has drawn the line
i kissed that word
cause i want to believe that truth is real
that the fey is flying high
and the hawk will always be circling
and that the warmth of her womb will hold me always

simple really what i tried and paint
but mayhaps beyond my skill
i would that i could spend a 1000 days
practicing and honing
I would that my eyes were not so prone
to see my hopes clear
like reality that has been forgotten