Seeing no reason why, I close my <br />eye’s and walk home not <br />wonting to fight. Pretending the <br />stars are made of tin I can see <br />you among them dancing and <br />living again. Hating all the <br />reason why I try to forget the <br />shadowy figures of longing and <br />dread as I know we will dance <br />and sing again. Having no <br />answers to the bad dreams I had <br />last night, I sit on the old swing <br />hoping on something I can’t <br />bring myself to believe in.<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closing-my-eye-s/
