Soul Eyes

ethereal feather

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.

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