The Fire Died

Blue skies
defy hued eyes
minds glued, cued to spy
dreams unrecognised
unsastisfied desires
lighting fires inside the mind,
A flicker of light
growing dim and dying inside the mind.
A mother lost
as her child cries.
Our ingenuity lost
our cost for blind society,
Our plea for life has died.
and lost to figments of image, you see.
Now
Hued eyes cry
to the blue skies we used to fly
And the lost child continues to sigh.
And our fires soon begin to die.

~C.I