Poetry Sunday ~ Sight of the Night Soul

Sight of the Night Soul
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The stars have splashed my blinking eyes

blinding me with its disguise.

Now the light may crystallize

all that I have seen.



The tree bears fruit of every kind.

To thee I wish to be defined.

For all the light now has me blind.

Senses nearly keen.



Confused by sight and sordid sound;

truly lost what I have found.

Kneeling on the trodden ground

From thee I must be weaned



I hide behind the night lights shower

not to frail I will not cower.

Safely under the bridled bower,

the storm clouds thus convene



Lofty soul these things I seek.

Strengthen me when I am weak.

Of this earth among the meek.

Grasping sights unseen.




copyright © Joni Zipp