Tuesday, March 14, 2000

Blind

The Giver
Reflections on the Giver

I drink in the color of your love
The gift of Beauty you have made my soul
Blind - darkness is the soul's killer
You are light in my closed eyes
Aimlessly they wander
They know nothing, see nothing, die.
Startling. Blazing. Painful. Colorful.
You came
And died
For light


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