Blindfold

I feel the sea washing over my pebbles My sand, the flesh, faltering into A great wash of darkness pouring over me Like the spill of a vast ink well It is two skies clashing like Folds; a curtain. Shaded And saved by a generous Hand, blinding my eyes like A mask. An all-giving blindfold Passing for only a moment Delicate as fresh snow It reveals a secret. A new World, refreshed and vibrant Buzzing like bees in this great Sea-swamped hive. It is a Very simple pleasure. _ The insomniac finally got some sleep! Not a full night, but sleep is sleep.