Saturday, February 25

Open Eyes


I want to write,
Words, come.
Sun, rise, it is night.
I am no friend, no saint
And I can count the days and nights and hours
Which have crawled on since I lost you to the day.
And now that you’re out without protection,
The sun will draw on your undying life and give all life.
But not me.
I have turned away from my own sun.
And in ice castles I listen to your voice in the sweeping wind
As it touches my skin.
I am in two minds,
They tell me it is in my nature.
Laughable, nature, I make it.
Promises to keep – for them,
For whom do these flowers bloom?
For whom do these eyes blink?
I see you in front of me, I close my eyes, capturing you,
And I open my eyes to see that you were never there.
What can I say of love that has never been said before?
Close your eyes, think of blue seas in the distance, plateaus closer, green fields even closer, the blue sky so close you can touch the clouds.
Drink this sight.
Then, imagine, believe, you are blind whenever you open your eyes.
My friend, now you know what love is. 

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