Reign of the EyeballA Poem by NamyhI carry feelings that make hearts stop to the exits of the Soul in each teardrop.
Reign of the Eyeball
I reign as the eyeball. I’m bathed by tears. Bright worlds I image for man’s mental gears to churn the depths where creative fractions give birth to ideas made whole by actions. Glands in my eyelid above me squeeze their salty flush that bathes me clean of wind, of dust and dirt injections each time I blink, each eye deflection. Though hearty laughter, anger and grief are emotions strong, they demand me release those glands when swollen liquid filled and erupt my tear gushing cascade spills to carry those feelings that make hearts stop to the exits of the Soul in each teardrop. They empty the body taking laughter with pain, love with anger and loss with gain and the Spirit is lightened and finds its calm at the crossroad of tears where the blood slows down; where the heart beats quiet and the lungs breathe air, where the Soul rests cleansed of its trembling cares and the light through me brings a clarity of mind where tomorrow sips Hope from the chalice of Time. And I reign as the eyeball, the collector of light and the ejector of tears in the day and the night. Namyh © 2019 Namyh |
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Added on February 17, 2019 Last Updated on February 22, 2019 |