I am the sunlight
That causes your pupils to contract
I am the parade in your iris
Postponed by chance of cataract
I am within one of your senses
For the first time in leisurely years
I take form and travel down your cheek
Wiped away swiftly, lest I interfere
Drowning in double vision
Only one of me is real
I am the glimpse of reality in this fantasy
I am the love you close eyes to conceal
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
I am the sunlight
That causes your pupils to contract
I am the parade in your iris
Postponed by chance of cataract
I am within one of your senses
For the first time in leisurely years
I take form and travel down your cheek
Wiped away swiftly, lest I interfere
Drowning in double vision
Only one of me is real
I am the glimpse of reality in this fantasy
I am the love you close eyes to conceal
Request permission to use this poem