I yearn to live within the poetry
of my soul eyes
that see more than I know,
connected to a realm I somehow sense
in disappearing images that brush
the corners of my sight
and leave me feeling I missed something–
unfeigned, authentic, breathtaking,
slipping between primordial fingers
till I turn, closing eyes of blind sight
to find the thing inspiration weds
held exquisitely in the open-handed soul.
