Fast Lens

 

The images
Are clearer now
At night,
As if the lense cap
Has been lifted.

And a face is a dream

The mind’s eye

fluttering wing
Once more ecstatic
In the shadows,

mouthing miracles.

To See

HE knew his time
WAS limited
nature had made it
That way…with
Only certain
windows
to see light of day
So he opened his
Eyes wide …composing
saying what he had to say
before a coming of
Eternal closing on final shrouding day