Eyes ajar to the dark, once blind to the light –
oh, your luminance so profound to me now!
An esoteric mind for a psychotherapist to test.
Inside, cryptic messages to unravel.
So obscure is the brain bridged to these eyes –
mysterious, almost impenetrable.
This hidden part of myself arches
to what is hidden from me and the world.
This bridge, or shall I say bond,
may as well be erected with wood, not fleshy stone,
as it is time and again burning,
untying me to the distant end.
Empty hands once full of another’s, now exiled apart,
waving frantically at the other, opposite of the afflicting inferno.
I can see the hidden world’s daystars beneath its eyelids now,
from whence those hands still offer its palms for mine.
Looking back through shut lids –
why does it close its eyes to me?
I do not care how blistering the flames of normalcy are!
I want to cross and join you again!
My world has become quite saturnine and dark –
oh, I await the coming spark!
Forthcoming
for many years now.
