April 8

The look in your eye
speaks of fire and light
the unending burning
of a day without night
the careful steps
of a man without sight
the resourceful methods
of a bird without flight

That look in your eye
leaves me empty and dry
like the last belayed breath
of a full bellied sigh
and it has me pinned in
so i cant help but feeling so ragged and thin
I fear I'll not know
passion that will never die
for when I said that I did
you knew it a lie