On the Other Side of My Eyelids
author’s note:
I believe we're all working in the same way...
...and we never retire.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MY EYELIDS
Years ago, I woke to find
a whirling circle of sun-fire
descending from a fog
hovering above me--
threatening
yet harmonious--
like the aerial view of a hurricane:
a swirling blaze
of orange and gold tentacles
spiraling
into a cool aqua eye.
I felt myself lift--drawn in
despite the fire
and in sudden response
the eye expanded
to envelop my vision
so I could know
how the soft surface hue
deepens down into
a well of cobalt blue--
ominous and yet
I wanted to dive in
but in an instant--by instinct--
I shut my shocked eyes
and found relief
for my palpitating heart
in that old familiar darkness
however...
amid the growing stillness
I could sense
the awakening desire
of a higher instinct.
In answer
I tried to open again
but soon learned:
I'd not yet earned
more than that brief glimpse.
Ever since
I've worked to build
the strength needed
to accept
that which I want
yet fearfully reject.
Yes--
in fatigue, I often sloth
but even then
I can sense the mystery lurking
on the other side of my eyelids
so I remain tantalized...
driven.
© 2017, Michael R. Patton
Glorious Tedious Transformation: a poetry book
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