Eye

Am blind, but see beyond the end,
where the beginning of the primordial
porridge lost its meaning, yet came to be.

- Have seen men gather before me
in shining armour to meet death at my feet.
Dust to dust...dust to dust,
here, where kings unearthed,
are robbed of treasured
sleep's pleasure.

- Am deaf but hear the whispering
of the golden sand
before the green earth.

- Weep, grains of war
sting eyes once cleansed by rain,
marked by secrets within.

- Am the star on the horizon
without a flame to light
the darkness in a new beginning.

Louis Harris

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James Tobias	You've got me reading all your stuff especially the poetry. So difficult to comment on poetry with everyone seeing something different. There is some culture in Germiston after all. Good poem. Here I see regret of past aggressions. Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated	2007-12-24 & 2007-12-26