Some think it blind, I think, "It Is". |
Some think it Blind By: Douglas Edward Gealy Jr. The fluent Flow, Below the neon glow The whispered winds That pretend, to know The orbiting orbs flash white To the eyes that needn’t light to see When they know, you know But if you have never seen From quite, dimming, darkened eyes It is hard to believe What you would see And where you exist It would be nothing like this As your gaze persists upon the pupils plane And will doubtfully return, Without loss to gain Some think it blind, Some close their eyes, And believe to see only darkness But beyond belief there I more, More to never fully understand A shadow without a shape, A shade without a spectrum to color upon Beyond the concrete, Is a soul in the sea Swimming deep And swirling wide The haze to all physical comprehension, Hidden as oxygen within the lively waters A Brain to feel the natures reef Mysterious melodies Tuned to the softest sounds of near silence As faceless smiles grace the salted meadows Within the limitless liquids, A truth pronounced, But never claimed Through the hum of rising bubbles Beckoning for beauty to join them, Atop the riding waves Eyes melt, Ears meld, To forge the steel souls touch, And so “it is”… Avoiding the rusting, lusting, must It is, It is, Neither tomorrow, Nor Yesterday, But today… …Today it most certainly is A fragrance found, Bound from long ago Carried by the lavas rain, Now rushing down A taste of the blue, beautiful, now Cast upon the tongues Of the earths deafened and the suns blinded To forge and forgive To live and let live Within the cool vibrant flames, “It is” Dancing to the songs of now Vibrantly, vibrating to the steel souls melodic, instinctive, touch An open vessel to the present An open mind to wow Without the slightest thought of how And now we live We sense as many sights Have turned to signs Melted eyes, And melded ears To forge, To feel, The steel souls touch It is, This is, I am, We are, It is… Some think it blind, I think, “it is”. |