Thursday, September 6, 2012

corneal summoning

Blurred by the vision of you when you
Entered into the picture along the crowded hall
Long have I awaited for clarity for the
Distant orbs that float in the thin air

Every now and then when you speak
Voice bellowing from among your title
Each time I grasp a clear view of my insanity

Nothing was there under the blinding light
Except those crystals that you wish to see
Cast down your beam against my eyes and
Illuminate that which I cannot discover

All is well in truth, pokes, and jargons
My vision clear and piercing through
Despite the glaring light and the mirage of you

A poem about the ophthalmologist who had my eyes checked for HIV baseline record. Writing muse comes in different forms. Take very good notice.