[I wrote this poem on July 7, 2006; the day Syd Barrett went away... perhaps he really left a much longer time ago, between 1967 & 1972 ... anyways, I really like his song, “See Emily Play” (as well as others). There is no real connection other than the name...]
“Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh.” ~Syd Barrett
“Eyes Of Emily”
She had eyes; were they
Real, or were
They someone else’s?
You see her in that swollen room
How she stares eternally into
Her silver mirror ...
Sometimes, when she drinks a glass
Of water,
She might look out the window
Into the play yard,
And we see her eyes;
Those eyes that do not seem to
Belong to her.
Is she wearing someone else’s eyes,
We wonder?
She scares us,
So we never invite her to come down
Stairs to play;
We think if we were to see those eyes
Too close, we would die.
Forty years later, she still stares
Into that Otherworld
With those ever so young eyes...
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