Open Eyes

Color spins before me while the world spins around me. For the first time, I see light. For the first time, I see color. For the first time, I see me. I feel like I was created to see this. Created to feel and understand this. Put here on this day to know there is more. To know that there is more in me--around me. I am gazing into the face of true beauty. I feel like there can be good in everything--light at the end of tunnel--a silver lining--because this exists. I envy him for capturing elusive but fall in love with him for giving it to me. Life is so fragile, beauty so delicate. Everything I desire so precious. My eyes are open for the first time. I can finally see. I don't know all that I am looking at, but my eyes are finally open, and I never want to close them again.

What's My Problem

I would take an axe and tear down with violent passion all the walls that surround me if I knew where my axe was and what my walls were.

Where It Started

Pray night come she breathed. Pray night come and change her. The blinding light of the sun has been too bright for these delicate eyes. Pray night come to seduce the heart that once felt night's gentle tapping. A heart that can finally breathe under a blanket of stars. She yearns for that night. The darkness and the twilight and the mystery of it all.

Everything--anything that has ever mattered to me--all played out while the dreamless slept.
Was it all a dream?

The midnight crying kept her awake--keeping a restless child barely able to dream of a trust and love so deep. The stars whisper of one who learned her soul was safe only in self-keeping. The moon hang witness--only witness--to the first kiss. The beginning of beauty all surrounded in dark. All of the deciding...the packing...the leaving...the staying...the heartaching. Twilights visitors. Either this night or that night. They all dance together towards one beautiful place that only dreamers go. She will stumble into the morning, praying always for a light sleep. To be awakened by the gentle harshness of a self uncovered. The times the sun cannot even reveal love's true light. Her Night Warrior will be preserved. Locked in a dark she can barely reach. She knows its there. Pray night come and save me.