My Eyes burn as if never used before, everything white. White light!
What place is this? That my pupils’ virgin too.
Q’s with no A’s
Different but not phased.
Different but not staged.
Familiar face, familiar eyes, familiar stance!
Familiar yes. My first glance.
Fate it seems has allowed me this pleasure,
This honour, this sight.
Of footsteps that passed by, before, with me,
Stop dead right.
Not in front, nor the back, but by my side.
This Light I shall use as my guide.
This light that I shall forever in, confide.
My Eyes burn as if never used before, everything white. White light!
What place is this? That my pupils’ virgin too.
Now I see all the colors and shapes my eyes remember.
Everything brand new,
when I laid eyes on you.