With eyes closed, Bright is the source of power Alive power, untouched beyond it’s warmth- only felt by the skin Drooping through the right corner of the glass Faded in seconds now aloof, Claimed by the mountain Gone with- is the familiar comfort of your face in my heart With eyes open- darkness begets time without patience Creating surreal moments, making all obscure and mostly hidden amongst stars Stars that sift through dying constellations That for now- we’ll never get to know http://chrischance.tumblr.com
