constricted attention on a single point
pupils dilated and knees buckled
upon the crescendo's arrival
as if a magician's act
with a glimpse of an eye it disappears
like the flicker of a fire
you could have sworn was once there
the lights shining behind the curtain wane.
the ground rumbles as the mind twists out of recollection
it dissipates into thin air.
and you wish it remained.
and you wish to reach out with all your might
and you wish your gaze upon it would never tear.
and then you wish you knew why
and then you place blame on the world's shoulders.
someday it would be back in your palms
and gracing your sight.
someday, when the time is right.
someday, when it is willing to ignite.