sun in de eyes

“sun in de eyes”
Mom twisted round to deal with my distress
cringing back my baby face was pale
covering my eyes against the sun.
she was helpless—it was just the light
of Arizona day

although I love the heat which comes with day
the light burns deep into my vampire eyes
making them shine with bloody, crimson light
causing me to stress
and so I never lay out in the sun
my skin—it nearly glows, I am so pale

I am the kind of pale
that never seems to see the light of day
reading until clouds cover the sun
a steady fog brings smiles to my eyes
and rain’s a signal that I can de-stress
in the soft diffusion of the light

a thundercloud that blocks out all my light
is just the thing that makes my pale
heart glad. For then, without the dreadful stress
I can have an out-of-doors type day
laughing through the storm with rain bright eyes
without the sun

but stormy weather can’t outlast the sun
and all too soon the mist dies with the light
I shade my eyes
and rush indoors, as pale
as others seem to be on grey, wet days
their time to stress

but I must stress
though I can’t stand the sun
for any length of time on a bright day
when there is light
nowadays I’m laughing—not just pale
when I repeat “sun in de eyes”

and even though the stress I feel from light
as I avoid the sun and remain pale
on rainy days its light is in my eyes