Headlights in my eyes, more precious than your life
Blind me with their beauty and glorious gleam
They come to take me home
They only start as stars,
distant in the night sky
Then before I even get the chance to breathe
They surround me
Until a bright, pale yellow light is all I see
You are all I see
How blind was I?
When the sun hides, a deviant mask
The stars, how they strive to shine and be seen
But your brilliant sun was the only comfort my eyes could find
The night so foreign, so unfamiliar
The stars are invisible to me
They simply cannot compare
But who am I to decide
What light my eyes can find
And who are you to say
That all I see is day
The stars cannot come out to play
Who are you?
Tell me, please
Who are you?
I used to know.
In fact, I used to know you well.
But the hands have long since hung lifeless from the face of that clock.
The dust has settled at the bottom of my empty heart
And covered my eyes with specks of gray
A haze that makes my days drag on
A cloud of emotion, of circumstance
The stars are invisible to me
They simply aren’t you
Yet, I ask again
Who are you?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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