There once were days when I would beard the sun:
Stare deep into its core till tears would run.
From those days evolved an epiphany:
That light makes bearing darkness agony.
“Are you for real?” is something that I say
When things are finally going my way.
I wonder when I die and reach the gate:
Will I think that the angels’ calls are bait?
We rub our eyes when we are in a dream
Because our minds are wired to doubt it seems;
But really I think that the profound cause
Is joys of life our eyes cannot explore.
The sorrow of a loss beyond control;
Joy finding someone who completes your whole;
Anxiety past illness’ nature;
Intensity that words cannot capture.
I like to think we close our eyes to feel:
To bear our human passion, twice as real.
I hate to think our eyelids now present
Mirage that evil stems from malintent.
The troughs of life emerge with ignorance;
To reach the peak requires percipience.