Sunshine Eyes

I see the sun in stunning splendor

of golden hued hope,

gaze intently until it blots out the vision

from viewing the slithering snakes

that slide over the mind.

Just drip a little honey upon the image

and all we be perfect and so sublime.

 

For if I can only detect the light and nothing else,

blissfully deny the panic moving in the darkness

like a demon who strangles

in merciless, mangling methods,

it makes it easy to predict

only peace and safety around the world,

sweetly tint the tinctures of time

until they subdue the howls in muffled musings,

They are the dribbles of positivism’s drool,

which drown the reticent rumbles

so the flinches in fear can’t strum their melodies

over the spine and tease in chilling combs.

 

It’s a race in the tongue

to beat the heart to the finish line

and tie a ribbon of calm

over the throbbing panic button,

wrapped it neatly with a bow that shines

with a brilliant flame in confidence.

 

If it stays lit long enough to keep from noticing

those lurking villains that are heard in sleep

when their hands are wrapped about my night,

then the voice can play the prophet

even if I know deep down

all seers end up martyrs.