My only wish on this earth
Is that someday, I may come to see as you do.
That my eyes shall blink away the poison,
That the frost-burn of long-suppressed tears
May someday subside…
Even if I have to take your vision
straight from your sunken sockets,
I’ll do anything.
Anything to see gold in the cracked pavement;
Sunlight in the crumbling buildings
Of our city block.
I’m blind, or good as.
Like a creature borne of mountain caves
And stagnant water…
But you came to under a morning sky,
Eyes backlit by daydreams, by silver tears
So easily shed in this ugly life of ours.
I would push my fingers through the blood of you to understand.
I would snip, and break, and twist, as you know I can.
As you know I won’t.
My body cannot sustain a stolen song.
I know you can pick out the rhythm of gunshots;
A deafening drumbeat.
You think there is nothing to fear,
And I know how easily I am killed.
I know you hear music in the forlorn train whistle;
The one that wakes me from my solemn slumber.
Reminding me, each night, that I can never leave.
Fin from Barstow on February 17, 2018:
nice poem and photos
Robin Carretti from Hightstown on February 16, 2018:
Very well done the visions came through and the loss might be there but we show our visions under the good and bad to the worst conditions