My Eyes Still Tell The Truth.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i know last night
that you really wanted
to sleep

your eyes beg but there
is something
within which denies them

i decided to be just
be one happy
smallness. So i closed my eyes.

If sleep too does not come, i tell
it i have done what is required
of my
senses.

there is no point of discussion as
we prefer this silence to be
the main solution

for all these, no word is a justification,
we look forward to the integrity of our
actions.

i pity you, i may add, i love you,
to love you i must, it is a matter of
trying another art form...perhaps calligraphy

yes, we are tired of words, which they
handed to us and which had long vanished that
capacity for meaning,

my hands lie. My eyes still tell the truth.
And so i close them.