When I close my eyes,
There is no menace in the night's dark intrinsic gray.
There was the secret to the universe,
The nothingness of my skies.

When I close my eyes,
There is no movement at times.
There is movement, every now and again, it goes straightforward but I look forward to
The erratic times that I rise.

When I close my eyes,
There are splashes and flashes of light
emitted by stars on a not-quite jet-black background.
There were vibrations along ripples across
this nothingness of mine.
The drop that's causing the disturbance,
this frequency sends waves throughout
the expanse of my Vanilla sky.

When I open my eyes,
There is the reflection of energy
I couldn't see with my eyes wide shut.
There are so many lies that surround me,
it was something I didn't realize, until
The sound of ice cracking,
deep down inside, then ere long,
I fell through the ice and down into my mind.
The universe reveals its secret to the somethingness
of my Vanilla sky.

As I close my eyes,
I go by unnoticed and untouched,
yet I'm cared for by the Universe.
So, at gravity-defying angles,
I roared past rivals in the blink of an eye.



-Tristian L.F. Ford