by Arcassin Burnham


...And Though it shines and above my
eyes,
And though it shines I could
hear your cries,
knees weakening at the sight of you,
I didn't know I would enlighten you,
And though it shines I could
breathe tonight,
your intoxicating air Burns my eyes,
so i lay until there's no more floor,
I cry until there is no more tears
to pour,

Even though it shines,

I can dry eyes,

though it shines,

your pretty wings will fly.