Interwoven Shades
She asks me what tinge hangs from the sky
A reddish grey or a greyish red
All's bound to where your eyes lie, i say
It could mean glad tidings, or an ill-fated omen
She asks me what hue suffuses life
A dreamy reality or a real dream
All's bound to how your eyes see, i say
Open them, its both; close them, its none
She asks me what shade does love wear
A dark star or a starry darkness
All's bound to what your eyes look for, i say
A benighted gaze, or enlightened blindness
Be it what there is, or what isn't or what should have been
Our world, lives and love dwell through thick and thin
But we are always free to choose
and since we are, why confuse?
