Believing is Seeing.

"If all our life is but a dream-- fantastic posing greed-- then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me."

When I open my eyes,
you'll be here,
I tell myself.
And I open my eyes,
and again--
I'm alone.

Seeing is not
believing,
when what you see
is the
falsity of life.
When what I see
are your eyes,
blue
and
wide,
looking into mine
with nothing more than a
dream
in which to collide.

When I open my eyes,
you'll be here,
I tell myself.
And I open my eyes,
and again--
I'm alone.

Giving in to the
tide
is not wise.
Neither is
giving in to your
heart.
If only dead fish
go
with
the
flow,
then what am I?
A dead fish,
I suppose...

When I open my eyes,
you'll be here,
I tell myself.
And I open my eyes,
and again--
I'm alone.

There are nights
that yield no sleep to my
meandering
thoughts
and my
dried-out
eyes.
No future;
I tell myself.
No future.
But in my
weary heart,
somehow,
eternal springs hope.
So I tell myself,
that when I open my eyes,
you'll be here.
But I open my eyes,
and again--
I'm alone.

Vanessa. ((