The bright night sky
Hurts my ignorant eyes
As I wait
Still, waiting for the dawn.
‘Just a few seconds’, I think
As hours pierce away like bullets
Those rays will steadily seep in
That light will throw its weight
The sheen will illumine and caress
Anticipation will be the death of me
Ah! Its arrival will be great.
Hours became days
Days are years now
The night sky is still bright
Time dances around me in circles
As changes shove me into a maze
Anticipation commits suicide
Its death was I
But the rays, light, and sheen had already arrived
My eyes used to hurt, remember?
The pain is gone, I’m free
Bright night blinded me
So I see
Dawn was never my lover
The ghost of it loved me.