I drift
and in my aimless dream
I see you watching
It's from your eyes
that I take my fire
and without them,
I'm falling, withering
slipping into the old way
of seeing grey
and feeling cloudy
I wish I didn't need
the gaze
the light of being
on a stage
to raise the curtain
foggy weight
That I could dance with
no one watching
and still smile