What is The Time?

It cleaves into you

like a knife, forcing you

To isolate yourself, and then,

Everything starts hurting you.

The eyes surely reflected it.

Something just broke without

making a sound.

Oh sorry, not allowed to say that,

So I close my eyes.

Now, what do you see?

No glimpse of light,

and I scream in my mind, but wait,

I see your green eyes,

Something as beautiful as

The midnight sun.

The unknown journey that

Once started unplanned,

Rolled out with words,

The heart couldn't express.

Will a shift in time,

Bring back all the shine?