And I opened my eyes,
A virgin sun did bleed,
On to sheets of pure white,
I blinked – and it did sleep.
And I opened my eyes,
A summer sun did dance,
Upon youthful pleasures,
I blinked – and colours spun.
And I opened my eyes,
To the usual sun,
The same as yesterday,
I blinked – and nothing changed.
And I opened my eyes,
A knowing sun did warm,
My tired eyes did weep,
I blinked – and it did cease.
