A Blissful Eye

Shake and crumble.
The road we split in two.
When what I thought was not to come.
To see, or hear, or follow through.
It seemed as if this building would stand.
So wide, with room for more.
Foundation frames the face that tries.
To open up the door.
So crack the window.
See the light.
The world will shake.
But not tonight.
For what was lost will lose my sight.
Behind the eye of blissful bright.