{"id":725,"date":"2010-05-01T22:09:48","date_gmt":"2010-05-02T00:39:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.linaru.org\/?p=725"},"modified":"2021-10-19T14:11:31","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T18:11:31","slug":"utopian-eyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/utopian-eyes\/","title":{"rendered":"Utopian Eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I see through your eyes,
\ndeep into your broken hope.<\/p>\n

I wish I could touch your faith,
\nso the impossible breath
\ncould break you down
\ninto a storm of renewal.<\/p>\n

You are not as melancholic
\nas your eyes show me.<\/p>\n

Your depth uses the seen
\nto unveil the passion
\nburied under so much pain.<\/p>\n

You can be discovered
\nin a glimpse
\ninto your Utopian eyes.<\/p>\n

The secrets you cannot keep
\ndissolve as your firm beliefs
\nare challenged by the force
\nof hurricane pains,
\n’cause it is in nothingness
\nthat the true can be perceived
\nas a reality in fire,
\nunder fire your Utopian eyes
\nas if everything
\nwere to blame for so much pain,
\nonce and again,
\nnothing left to gain,
\nso few who challenge the known ways,
\nand those Utopian eyes
\nbecome the source of so much change…<\/p>\n

Weeping tired ideals
\nas innocent shattered dreams
\nfall into fertile grounds
\nas I see your Utopian tears
\nroll into the hands
\nof the uncontrollable
\nwho will eventually
\nbe the seed of eternity.<\/p>\n

Our beliefs have no reality in a place
\nwhere black and white
\nbecome colorful possibilities,
\nand as nothing is as absolute,
\nmy statement becomes black and white,
\nso gray comes back to play.<\/p>\n

We seem to be locked in a circle
\nthat delimits your Utopian eyes,
\nand as I see those endless spirals,
\nyou might think I am limited
\ninto believing in the unreal.<\/p>\n

Could be…
\nNever denying,
\nnever confirming,
\nalways asking…
\nWhat is unreal?
\nImagination?
\nWho is he?<\/p>\n

I challenge you into digging deep
\ninto your Utopian self
\nwho hungers for an excuse
\nto go back into
\nthose old and inspiring ways
\nthat forged your character
\ninto an abyss of love.<\/p>\n

Is oblivion the palace
\nwhere you have surrounded
\nyour dreams?<\/p>\n

As I dig into your Utopian eyes,
\nI feel you have not yet
\narrived there,
\n’cause your Utopian eyes
\ninspire to continue
\nwhat has not yet
\nbeen forgotten.<\/p>\n

Why is there so much despair
\nin a place where it is up to us
\nto make a difference?<\/p>\n

Perhaps, it is not about
\nthe unreal, but
\nus, you,
\nus, me…<\/p>\n

In me,
\nyour Utopian eyes,
\nthe one I see
\nas I unfold your soul,
\nmy own Utopian eyes.<\/p>\n

Utopia trapped
\nin the mirror of so many eyes
\nas we weep the unsatisfied,
\nlingering on the known
\njust because it fits our comfort zone,
\nwhat would happen if you took the challenge,
\nand made it yours?<\/p>\n

Would your eyes keep being Utopian?
\nHow would you realize who you really are?
\nWould it be too much to handle?<\/p>\n

No more tears.<\/p>\n

Falling in spirals,
\ninto the depth of questions,
\nand the moment you let go…<\/p>\n

No more fears.<\/p>\n

It all becomes true,
\npure, innocent,
\nuniversal love.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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