Beginning was in lavish light which truly lit the
way, time not lost in feckless flight or dreamed
a shadow’s darkened blight or deemed a plague
within the blissful brilliant endless day.
When dimness came it was at night to stretch
into a weary dawn, tangled in the sleepers’ eyes
and yawned into their tousled hair, barely then
were we aware.
Those summers’ days dismembered shades of
winsome grey, an elegance of weaving time, a
quintessence to blind, entrench, yet send us
hence upon our flawless way.
And now we stumble on a darkened path that’s
strewn in rubble sorely tumbled of the ages
gone, aghast and striving for our light in gloom,
our plight consumed and treating us affray;
A flawless day’s grotesque defeat, an unlit room,
doors secured disdain we’ll reach a kindly
source of light we seek so blindly destitute
whilst stepping in each other’s way.
Bearing bruises born of crashes in the dark
we’re worn by flights of fantasy despite the
anchors of our past, deluged by vast illusions
with no caste or frame to give a name to;
Although it’s not a game despaired of losing
view a light glows pure within the worldly
warmth of you, a light to guide you true,
a light to surely show you where to go
And where you go the darkness fades; there
is no canopy of doom pervading sanity, it’s
where I ought to be if blind thus to construe
the source of light was always you.
© 1996, I.D. Carswell
Without you I am blind….