The Eyes Closed

The eyes closed, yesterday's dreams comfort my loneliness. And I still see you as you were, silent, reflective. Your hair, open chrysanthemums, budding in the wind and straight to your heart. I see you in my dreams, the day remains sad without you, without your familiar voice, without your smile. I have to think of you, I cannot find sleep without you, but the days remain silent and only dreams become alive. But it is not yet time, to safeguard injured days into my dreams. I look for you, my heart searches for you, and I can see you with closed eyes. Why did you have to go? Yet I can see you, as you were, with your silky skin and the colour of almonds. Your deep and open eyes, yet I can see you. You are still vivid in my thoughts, far from bitterness, Botticelli's angel, painted into the day. My voice cannot reach you, but my heart is talking to you, with all its injures and abandoned tongues. Yet I can see you, as you were in those days full of summer, full of love, in those days, which so quickly passed.