invisible to visible pt 2

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by soulful_sojourner

by soulful_sojourner

in a land sparse and bare

where hills and daffodils hold our stare

and where chimes of breeze and meadows tingle

and where the stars touch the hearts of people

there was a lad

who couldn't see

to be blind was his destiny

and that day when he heard the most lovely voice in the whole wide world?

he cursed the day he was born,

for he couldn't see her

eons passed, days bumped the days forward

slowly

"with each new day, with each new voice, with each new sky,

aren't you reminded of your misery? "

asked his peer with voice raspy

to which he replied,

"i can see your concern,

the same way i can see

how fear knocks into the crevices where love ought to be

I can see the warmth in the din of angry firecrackers

I can see what many might not take time to see

and perhaps which is why, oh brother, go to sleep,

for i see tis is past midnight,

tis time to see to your yawns and be lulled by nightjars' meep!"

(published on 21/may/2024)