Crack: 3-14-13

Crack goes time and space, as  I meet face to face

With the man with answers why, up, up, in the deep blue sky

His eyes bore into mine, completely silent, like a mime

But without the make-up, No, he is completely crystal clear

I say nothing to stall, but eyes tell it all

And he speaks the first word, “breathe”, And  I gasp for air to fill me

When I release the air,  I didn’t know that I was holding

The second word goes to me, “sight,” When  I wake up in bed and cry

Because for the first time, in my tiny life,

I can see