"When you caught my eye I saw everywhere I'd been and want to go"

Lids disguise a silent production of where I see myself.
Far from now and yesterday.
Next door to and across the sea.
Hope relies on those lashes,
a swallowing stress,
a jealous moment
squeezes between top and bottom.
Open and a whole is electrified
as a crystal joy shows itself.
Nothing clear, but everything certain.
Anywhere you are,
those flashing moments follow as I go too.
Always, til tomorrow;
I am here with you.