When my eyes won't bear her weight

Pinprick pins of little laughs are our beacons of foolish hope.
Or guiding lights for divine wraths reign.  
The seas of change sweep over us all.
 
But your drowning.  
 
Held tight by expectant shackles of trust and deliverance.
Flooded eyes see heavens hidden ropes in the pillars of the sun.
Your uplifted arms are the branches of the tree that won't acknowledge the earth it bolted from.
 
They both reach until their last for a flash of the unexpected,  
As your outstretched hands reach past me and your suffocated sight sees only what is lacking.
 
I'll show you where the shine from my eyes is resting.  
When you don't find the missing light of the king of former glories.