by Robert Anderson

Created on: April 26, 2009

My Eyes

I open my eyes
I open my eyes to darkened skies
To fear and loathing in my cries
Then whispers of laughter and breathless sighs
With shapes and sounds of lullabies
Has closed my eyes, to darkened skies
I close my eyes, in breathless sighs
I close my eyes

I open my eyes
I open my eyes to sodden thighs
And the fear and loathing in my cries
This taste of milk brings on my hives

From touch and laughter, tears and sighs
I close my eyes with little hives
As mother dries my tears and thighs
The taste of milk and mothers sighs,
Has closed my eyes and brought on hives
I close my eyes, I close my eyes

I open my eyes and make a sound
I make a sound that's not profound
But enough to call my father round
He lifts and places me on the ground
Make a sound, make a sound
Plenty of time to make a sound
As mother lifts me from the ground
I close my eyes to mothers sighs
I made a sound , I close my eyes
In mothers sighs, I close my eyes

I open my eyes
I open my eyes and take a step
Had I stepped or merely crept
One step and then another
To the open arms of trembling mother
I step and step then falter
I falter to her breasts and smother
I close my eyes to sounds of sighs
I close my eyes and smother
I close my eyes within my mother
I close my eyes

I open my eyes
I open my eyes and take a walk
I take a walk on bubblegum pavements
With shapes in chalk
In harnessed rains I start to talk
Because I took a walk

In mothers sighs I close my eyes
I walked, I walked, I talked
I close my eyes to mothers sighs
I close my eyes with smiles not hives
I closed my eyes, a boy

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