blind

Jurnei,

my eyes want to smile.  tiresome they crawl.  they try to roll open and stay.

my head rolls one way and then another and then again the same.

beneath my eyes, that see no definitive movements or stances,

is a clear solid ground that i stand upon.

i do thank You that i am not swamped.

that i am not crushed.

that i am not pressed anymore.

i am still persecuted by the figments though.

i am on this open open open road with no Three but You.

Your music draws me closer and mine as well.

Our words, our reflections from each other will be for each other.

For no one else.

helpful They may be, but the choice to be positive and stay positive remains theirs.

and mine.

and You,

are.

i have always seen that about You . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .



eye smagrin