Float Until Your Eyes Glint

Numbness and blindness Just floating along through The blanket of kindness With a sky that is not blue, But white with a harsh hue, That can blind if inspected So don’t look too close. But all is expected On morphine of this dose To halt she that’s morose. The muffled outside world, Looks to the cloudy cocoon And sharp hurts are hurled With intent to, quite soon, Show the inside the moon And the stars and the sky By shattering the shell Of the beautiful lie, And letting the heart swell, And the eyes see cold hell, And the mind be bombarded With all of life’s matters, Stop the flesh, disregarded, When life stumbles and batters; Make it feel the patters Of lukewarm raindrops Unnoticed through fog But everyone else stops. They mean to unclog The tear ducts and keep log Of progress and days, Not merely walk on In an unfeeling daze As they know she has done. But they let her along On her path, keep her stride To a mirror that before Her bubble should hide. But now there is more, Her eyes, they implore, The mist has evaporated, The eyes flit and dart, The emptiness dissipated As the glint is her heart, And the meaning my art.