At life’s inception,
I opened them –
A fuzz, a blur, a searing blaze…
Blinking-wriggling,
The need to progress,
Blinking-wriggling,
Shades of grey,
Blinking-wriggling,
On light’s first meet.
Shapes, Colours,
Are next I saw – and movement,
Yes, movement, here and there –
From side to side,
Front and back,
Sometimes high,
Sometimes low.
A strange world materialising
Before my eyes –
Endlessly fascinating it must have been,
But left me drained to heed sleep’s call.
Eyes, it’s said,
Are windows to the soul.
To encounter another is in no way slight.
Look eye-to-eye and you might see…
Those haughty eyes who look down upon;
Those cunning eyes who dart, wink, plot;
Those seductive eyes who capture and charm,
Eating away those unawares
Their flesh and bones,
All life unspared…
Shivers. Cold. A Nightmare.
Awake, Awake,
Into the light!
Expectantly look
Into lovers’ eyes…
“Your eyes are doves.”
“With a glance, you ravished my heart.”
“Avert them away, for they – your eyes – overwhelm me so!”
–
An abundance of love
Expressed and felt
In the softness of eyes
With compassion aglow
Assures the anxiety-laden
Reinvigorates the weak.
So from eye to eye,
As with torch to torch,
Inflame one another
Till the brim of light!
–
Light is sweet,
And to see is a gift.
But remember also
Of the day to come:
When grey shades return,
And visions go blur…
Blinking-breathing,
The will to survive.
Blinking-gasping,
Fading light.
Shut.
Sleep.
At the close –
Of light’s first meet –
*Featured Image: My own
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