Dawn and Dusk

These eyes have been closed for way too long. The sun seems way too bright. Unprepared to face the day, unprepared to face the night. Stranded somewhere in between my dawn and your dusk. Searching for reasons to dry out and rust. But last I will and last I'll stay, waiting for answers to turn and say. I'll stop, look up, and face the sun. Open my eyes, hold still, become. A steadier stance for you to stand. For me to allow, for you to land.