I can('t) see you?

I can see your glazing
like a sugared cake, shimmering
your life at stake, breaking
a little more than I can take.
I can see you crying
tears of pure gold, smiling
through the broken mould, shaking
in your bitter cold.
I can see you striving
to defy your spoof tradition, searching
for a hidden intuition, dreaming
of people who will listen.
I can see you praying
to a God you cannot feel, holding
onto time to heal, knowing
not, not if I am real.
I can see you wishing
on your second-rate science, fighting
the vice of soft compliance, kissing
a dangerous defiance.
I can see you declaring
the words I long to hear, edging
with every sigh you near, longing
to taste this tangy fear.
I can see you paralysed
you beckon me, smothering
all that you could be, yearning
to feel faintly, gently free.

O' I can see you, so
I must close my eyes.
Sorry; I can't see you.

Save me?