the art of seeing

This welcome sunshine
burns away thoughts of that sweet rain
which washed away that radiant sunshine
after it burnt away those morning mists
which dampened spirits of those moonilt fields
whose silence opened to breathe the stars
as they themselves woke the might of time
where it sparked imagination into being
and that life there, that simple dream
taught the soul the art of seeing
and that life there, that simple sight
opened doors to the unseen light
of this dark world, this world of
fragile alchemic blight
where the sun it shines to breathe new life
to give us hope for a world of sight

Her smile eternity

I saw the light
and it was blinding
blinding to my eye
and then again I saw it three
in both which equal six

An image there I could not fathom
hidden in the veins
was it silver
was it dark
or was it Lucifer’s ark

Blind I remained
a few seconds more
till sight came back to me
and there I blinked
into her eyes
her smile eternity

Lucifer his light banished
his form hidden from view
for what can he
with all his beauty
offer mortal soul as me

for I am drowned
in human form
as we are all to be
except by chance
we stumble upon
a smile of eternity.

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How it is these poems arrive sometimes baffles me. Early this morning while drinking coffee in bed I read Mihai Eminescu’s poem Lucifer and those words sent my mind back to yesterday at the eye infirmary where I had to have my eyes photographed. Fully dilated, those bright lights dug deep into my skull. I saw veins and weird things for a split second or two and thought nothing of it until now except for her smile of course.

Candle evolution

I wanted to feel its creation.

It only lasted the short time
until the wax
expired
to reveal the truth of art
for art is born of darkness
in the cold reaches of mystery
where myth blends with reality
and where imagination’s atoms
shiver in perpetual flights of expired
dreams.

I wanted to understand.