Sunday, November 28, 2010

53 years old
Sometimes there's a blindness in my mind's eye
I see darkness in a mortal sky
Rays of light turn away
Bend in this absent universe
I'll rise up like a city somewhere
But here a morning sun awakes me,
Awaits an answer from a restful eye
In desperate time I pray mercy to another day
Darkness creeping as blind as a mortal sky


Jingle Poetry said...

beautiful images...

Human Paradox said...

Great one SC.
"I'll rise up like a city somewhere."

Yes you will, you son of freedom, you.

Pat transplanted to MN said...

Lots of neat poetry here; I linked in from Magpir and could not find your take on the prompt...did I not go far enough in the blog. You are expressing reality with words that soften it. Nice writing.