William+Blake

=Poem= Mistly white,dull grey, but pure blue eyes. It came towards me, blue eyes bored into mine, Thy what do you seek.

Those eyes,why can't you speak. Answers are, what I seek. But, can no one answer me. Can't you come with me, answers are what I seek.

Do you sleep, when do you sleep? When the moon shines down, do you go about, stamping, making noise all about. Answers are what I seek, Why can't you speak, I'd love you to say something. Answers are what I seek