why don't you write

write about something else

with this pen to you I write in order to see the pattern of my mind

I witness an image the picture is over the light is out

We'll recover our sight in the dark of night it will be revealed we have seen what we created

there is a sky

there is a you and I

yet we are not

in each other's eyes

for

we are not blind

though it is dark

and we cannot see

there is a you and a me

remember me as one who has seen you

the gentle discovery the world was new in every moment spent with you

there is a forgetfulness in this dream this sleep we have forgotten

we are

at

Author's Note

do you want to read to the end