I keep my name inside a quiet room Where nothing changes, nothing moves too soon The days arrive and leave the same Like water passing without a name The light comes in like faded gold It shows me things I’ve never told Not dreams, but things I used to know Before I learned to let them go And oh, my blue eyes Why do you still believe in skies? When all you’ve known is staying still And learning how to lose your will I saw a bird made of afternoon light Like sunlight gathered into a living shape Its wings moved like pages loosened from sleep That forgot what they were meant to keep It never landed, never stayed in place Just drifted where the edges lose their shape Wearing the colour of a fading bruise Like sky remembering it once had blues It moved like memory just out of reach Too light to hold, too far to teach A presence the wind refused to pin Too wide to end, too small for skin And oh, my blue eyes Don’t mistake the earth for ties Some lives are not meant to remain They pass through form like passing rain If I should leave this quiet room Don’t turn it into loss or gloom Just say I followed what I knew A pull toward something I could not outgrow And oh, my blue eyes If you learn to recognise That everything you tried to keep Was only ever passing deep Then you may find the open air Was always waiting somewhere there Not as a place you have to reach But something learned beyond your reach And if you go, don’t look behind Some things are not meant to be defined Like light that breaks and leaves no trace But still remembers every place And oh, my blue eyes If you learn to let things fly You’ll understand what you once saw Was never gone at all It only changed its shape in time Like breath becoming something fine Like everything you couldn’t stay Was never meant to stay that way
