This is a serious one. Sorry. Macular degeneration is a constant threat in this latitude. (25)
Blindness
As in a drunken dream
Between the earth and sky,
Caught in a golden seam,
Dazzled by sun from high
Eagles who draw my eye
Far into fire where flight
Grips at my heart to dare
Heaven to steal my sight.
Infinite light is there,
Jagged with rays to bite,
Kindling the blur of night.
Loosen your dagger, pain,
Metal can shine as bright.
Nothing is white again.
Onyx with bands of black,
Palings with strips of glare,
Quasars that answer back,
Riddles that mock despair,
Silent with hot contempt,
Taunting the image lost.
Unequal beauty bent,
Vision, remembered tossed
Withered into the past.
Xeroxed from grey to wan.
Yelping for nights that shone—
Zodiacs dead and gone.
[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited May 11, 2008).]
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