Heart’s Eyes

I long to see the sunrise:

the abscise of night's guise,

those light skies as dark dies –

and then rise the birds' cries, the reprise,

they harmonise and catalyse

the crosswise clockwise

dew dries and butterflies

hypnotize, liquidise

and crystalise;

my heart's eyes

grow heart size

before the prize falls from high

and dies

upon the cliff side

where fog lies thick like flies.

The sun lies capsized:

baptised in vapor ice,

barely striking in the sky,

just a patch of brighter white;

daylight by grey light

is compromised and paralysed.

The sun sighs,

its replies amplified,

echoed below by water's tide

down where life abides,

continues to comply

with day's relentless rise,

though sunshine is denied

by low cloud's dark despise.