The Daily Cranberry

i looked into your eyes

and saw the moon 

retreating into a sunrise

it came too soon

i've lived in darkness all my life

and all i've known

is just an icy cold that

freezes to the bone.

I was alone.

I was alone.

In full bloom,

the dazzling glitter in the heavens

made me calm

I looked through

a looking-glass and felt the world

revolve around

i heard the sounds

of nighttime 

shooting stars come

crashing to the ground

i thought i'd found

a paradise 

but now i look into your eyes

and see the morn

a new day born

but yet it pierces like a thorn

into my spirit, this new dawn

this blanket full of warmth

burns with unfamiliarity

i don't know if i'm strong

enough to leave my solitary life

my shelter in the darkness

where imaginations thrive

this new beginning came too soon

just one last glimpse of melting moon

And in your eyes the rising sun

Began the start and end begun.

- a new string of words that seem to fit.

 And I suspect this stems from my FYP worries. It resembles myself in the process of measurements too much, a lonely figure hunched over a set of instruments, lights on that side of the room switched off to enhance the visualisation of the light spot in the machinery... doing what she can before daylight comes... 

ps. the title is because I can't think of one