Sight of the Night Soul
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
I love this one, Joni! Thanks. =)
ReplyDeleteI am also learning to read poetry.
When are you going to submit your collection of poems for publication?
-Susan