Fear keeps your eyes burning
when other fires have been lost,
but there is justice to be sought
and you will be fool enough
to seek it and wonder why
there is no beauty in sunsets,
The wait for closed ends and
balanced debts will string your eyes
on a horizon that never comes;
Drop your gauntlets, your heart
will play every conch shell
with air eager to swim out --
that skeleton will be music
sweeter than all the flutes
you never expect to hold,
and you will find beauty
just yet.
when other fires have been lost,
but there is justice to be sought
and you will be fool enough
to seek it and wonder why
there is no beauty in sunsets,
The wait for closed ends and
balanced debts will string your eyes
on a horizon that never comes;
Drop your gauntlets, your heart
will play every conch shell
with air eager to swim out --
that skeleton will be music
sweeter than all the flutes
you never expect to hold,
and you will find beauty
just yet.
Image Source: Laura Iverson
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