Windows to my soul, sunk by the split mast,
Right now fixed on a window to the past:
“Look in your blindside, tell me what you see.
Are dreams the memories from our future
Trying to capture a moment unseen..”
I withdraw to embrace this virgin light,
And just listen to the sounds of the night.
I’ll see the face of my inspiration
But only in the dark, or so I thought.
This just incited more laceration.
It’s as if the brightest star is falling.
Now it’s all or nothing, no more waiting.
This is my moment, this is my calling–
Here I am, saving the Sun from drowning.