Magic

There is some magic spun in your eyelids
Whenever you close them;
I rest in peace inside
And when you open them;
I fly away like moths
What glory do I attach?
To them
They call me
When the happiness knocks
And even when the pain pierces
You don’t know
But they give me breaths
Some stolen from your own
Without telling you
And a bit of your life
Without asking from you
To render me a soul
To push me down
And I roll
Roll down
Those cheeks
Till eternity
“Tears”
Of joy
Of sorrow

Indistinguishable