Lead My Eyes

by Poet on the Piano   Feb 27, 2010


Blindfolded I reach

past the mist's stale breath

into your promised miracle.

Holding up a looking glass

I offer it to you

so that you might read my soul.

Guide me with your spirit

and transfigure this rocky soil

into firm lands of your people.

Morning's call cannot be answered

until you tie whistles of grass

blowing them infinitely.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    Mist's stale breath - awesome phrase , just loved it. everything else was well done too. nice to see a variety of topics from you as always .