Close Your Eyes

Every time you close your eyes,

Before the sun comes tumbling over

Sleepy hills, concealing night time

Wanderers, darkness will be left to conquer

That lowly figure and ivory flag. Every time

I close my eyes, frightful of what I might see,

Growing up in binding vines of

Leather and lace and your embrace,

Heavy portraits chain me down,

In my sobbing squeaky psyche,

Just enough to burn your face into my

Soul, killing we, loving you is death to me

And what I clutch now makes us three.

A charm I've found I carry round,

Over hills you cannot see

In night time's dreary, damping light

Protecting your gaze from my mind

Protecting sunshine from these eyes.