mine eyes they close
but i do not sleep
my diurnal stay keeps
my mind racing of
curious queries, thoughts
and memories of faces
with smiles but most
with not carrying frowns
of angst and scars
from life’s pangs
sometimes i think, my
soul doth dread that
if mine eyes do close
they may not open
once more, for it knows
that my days before me
are no longer in the equal
number of those behind
and the love within will
somehow decline
i fear not death, for i do
know that it is like every
breath that i take, i know
not if one will follow, for
not knowing of this doth
not arise to fear, as it is
what must come, though
i do despair that my heart
may no longer feel of that
which i have learned to love
