I used to think they were blind
White mice watching an empty sky
They couldn’t see me fly.
I used to think they were lost
Missing meanings tossing dreams
To deep uncounted cost.
I used to think they were scared
Counting answers everywhere
When only stars were there.
But now I’ve burned my last desire
And fueled my final fury’s fire
And gravity’s unwrapped the wire
Now I, the hidden star, expire.
My light so bright
Makes day from night
And those who are not blind
See this, delight
In heaven’s sacred sight.