urvile

these last weeks

You shine with a light I can not see. Reveling the clockwork, that
drives me to strut and fret an hour upon your stage and then be heard no
more

But still: as you pass me I will turn and open my heart to collect your
invisible rays.

And when you smile: you sate my hungry eye,
and burn a blush on my face.

Motes appear, glisten, dance, and vanish in your beams: I know they are
glimpses into the caged heart I love.

I try to hold these images in my mind, but I stumble, they blind me.
I've stared into your sun, and they are burned into my arms, where you
once were.

I now fumble with these arms, they only know your absence,
try to tell time with a clockwork that no longer knows,
contain a heart that is open but dark,
and eyes that search and hunger,
I am blinded without your light.