Seeing

Sightless, the eyes that stare at vacant windows waiting for the train.
Ever seeing, but not seeing, shutting out the light.
I wonder if the hope is gone, that curious wonder,
Somewhere the lust for life was lost.
Now the drum roll of time ticks on,
A waiting for the end of labors,
When days have faded will the eyes ever blink?
So eager to shut us out, the trouble makers,
When did age conform the mind?
Fight on those eyes do pray,
Give not away to despair, lest the curtain be drawn.
Move now, seek now, look now,
Before the passions cool and trails be paved.
To short our days for the blinding,
A moments blink and they are gone.
Sightless ever were those that wished to pass on through,
The lovers wept at kisses chaste beneath the moon.
Can an hour's gifts be lost when I am wide eyed here with you?