I am absent
from myself
in an effort to protect
what little was left
I swaddled my soul
in cotton batting
so deep
the light no longer shines
in my eyes
a wakeful night
day lost to dreaming; the evening breezes whisper – now a wakeful night
a wakeful night 
I want to see your shining eyes. They are beautiful and need to be shared with the world so all may see through them.