That bright isle

That bright isle
up there among the grey
bustling waves of rain to be
 
its smiling beams
hit the green
with a warm kiss of things to be
 
it passes by
and there in its wake
are showers of flowers yet to be
 
that bright isle
up there among the grey
gives me a hope of kissing thee.

The sunrise of your soul

the sunrise of your soul

Sometimes we don’t feel like smiling
yet when someone smiles at us we nearly always smile back.

At times we need help to get out of the rut we’re in
to burn away those clouds fogging our view
of not only what’s out there but what’s inside us
so with a little help and a little effort on our part
we can open up and reveal.

 

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.