I gave you my mind to hold,
You had me at my peak,
Lost me when I fell.
My deficiency is not in the fact that I lack something that you are,
It is in my failure to believe that I am something you are not.
If I was blind the music will always be beautiful.
I stared so hard into the sun it burned tears out of my eyes,
I still see it’s glare as I type,
Is it easy to just be?
I’m supposed to be happy now but you won’t even let me get my thoughts out,
My prison is made of power lines,
fighting something I can’t see or touch.
Twilight is a mirror of slow trauma,
so much promise accompanies a great stillness,
they don’t listen to my words anymore,
you want your youth but the twilight swims in many circles,
and there you are drowning in the whirlpool of time,
only up, up high to see.
The heavens opening up, clouds parting like a scroll,
how can it seem so close and so far away?
I’m on an avenue,
but I envision heaven’s golden gates,
the tears won’t stop falling,
and turn to my side,
the crescent moon is smiling at me.
Dear LORD, are you smiling to me?
I have never looked at the moon this way before,
I don’t mind that it’s twilight again.