Why can't I see you?

The stigmatism in my eye,

flares to burn again.

Yet I have no sight,

I lost it that night.

 

I turn your there, 

I turn you here.

Why does the owl,

not Whoo.

 

I'm drifting now,

I see from down-high.

I see you friend,

your time not a waste.

 

We must return,

lest we hear the return call.

Goonight dear friends,

the curtain hast fall.