Heaven has your eyes (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English
Feb 8, 2025 ·
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I trace the sky with trembling fingers, wondering if your gaze still lingers in the soft glow of forgotten stars. Heaven has your eyes now— those endless pools, those windows...
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I trace the sky with trembling fingers,
wondering if your gaze still lingers
in the soft glow of forgotten stars.
Heaven has your eyes now—
those endless pools,
those windows to a soul
I never fully knew. In the silence between dusk and dawn,
I hear your laughter,
carried on the wind,
and the taste of your name
still burns my lips like bitter wine.
You are not gone,
you are the echo in the night,
the breath of air I cannot breathe,
the fire that has turned to ash. Heaven has your eyes now,
and they haunt me—
those endless pools of sorrow
I fell into,
drowned in the weight of their beauty.
Every star I see is a piece of you,
a reflection of something I lost,
something I cannot hold
but cannot forget. I weep not for your absence,
but for the silence that remains,
for the spaces between us
where your voice once lived,
now swallowed by the dark.
You are a memory made of light,
but my fingers cannot touch you—
only the ghosts of your gaze,
now scattered across the heavens,
reminding me that heaven
has your eyes,
and they will never return to me.
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wondering if your gaze still lingers
in the soft glow of forgotten stars.
Heaven has your eyes now—
those endless pools,
those windows to a soul
I never fully knew. In the silence between dusk and dawn,
I hear your laughter,
carried on the wind,
and the taste of your name
still burns my lips like bitter wine.
You are not gone,
you are the echo in the night,
the breath of air I cannot breathe,
the fire that has turned to ash. Heaven has your eyes now,
and they haunt me—
those endless pools of sorrow
I fell into,
drowned in the weight of their beauty.
Every star I see is a piece of you,
a reflection of something I lost,
something I cannot hold
but cannot forget. I weep not for your absence,
but for the silence that remains,
for the spaces between us
where your voice once lived,
now swallowed by the dark.
You are a memory made of light,
but my fingers cannot touch you—
only the ghosts of your gaze,
now scattered across the heavens,
reminding me that heaven
has your eyes,
and they will never return to me.
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| Author | Poems by Marcella Boccia |
| Organization | MARCELLA BOCCIA |
| Website | - |
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