Reflection, Revelation
Not lost but nowhere familiar,Following the sun all morning
Along a patchwork of shimmer
And shadow you come to a stream
Of pure fierce light so bright
It pierces through and behind
Your eyes in waves and eddies,
A rippling current of pain;
Bright motes skim the surface
Of your tears, dart like dragonflies.
It's too late to raise your hand,
The light too heavy to hold;
Your eyes caught now in a clarity
Deeper than you've ever seen,
Drowning in beautiful blindness.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-01-29 at 15:52
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