Spellbound
A mind spellbound
by eyes which flicker through the night
As rays of hope
which bring the blind to sight.
A mind is sitting –
fascinated by
This light which
feeds the hearts of ones who try
To find a cure for
blindness that contains
The seeds of pure
addiction in a lie.
As light dispels
the darkness that remains
In view, I see
those eyes which never cry.
The light from eyes
which rise above the ground,
Immerses me in
deepest contemplation.
This light is
reaching high as elevation
Of laws defined by
power most profound.
My mind is waiting
at the noble gates
For healing while
the darkness quietly abates.
Jason
Constantine Ford, “Spellbound”, “The Messenger” and “One Who is to Come” in The Cannon’s Mouth, Cannon Poets Quarterly http://www.cannonpoets.co.uk/
Searching for Meaning in the Darkness of Night
In the darkness of this night,
I see two images of me
which clash like weapons which strike
without any kind of warning.
As I see the image of me which
claims to be a conqueror of creatures,
a part of me turns away from this form
of pride while another image that is
barely recognizable calls out to me.
I see two images of me
which clash like weapons which strike
without any kind of warning.
As I see the image of me which
claims to be a conqueror of creatures,
a part of me turns away from this form
of pride while another image that is
barely recognizable calls out to me.
“Who am I? Where am I?”
These questions are recurring in my mind
until a dark mist settles over my vision
as I try to find meaning in my life
with eyes that can barely see this world
and where I could belong within it.
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