Story of the Sky

The blind eye
Atop the night sky
Watches darkness.

The glorious sun
Burned away
It's only pupil
Long ago.

Gazing lovingly
It fell dazedly
Into her warm embrace.

Now the blind eye
Will forever run
In fear of being scorched.

Independence.

What a long word.
Dependent on the vowels,
The prefix,
The language,
The reader.

My independence depends
On you.

My independence
Depends.

My crutch
Allows me to stand
Tall and firm
Dependently independent
Of you.