sorrow is their eyes, the carpet, the shirt hung on the chair with the square motifs. <br />sorrow is the birds in the sky, the sun shining high, even her smile. <br /> <br />now open your eyes. <br /> <br />and a hundred black doves will hurry forth - <br />tears that darken the night sky.<br /><br />Casper Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-me-and-the-night-sky/
