Ghost Eyes

A poem packed with unique imagery, “Ghost Eyes” can be interpreted in many different ways, making the reading experience different for every person. Originally written in March of 2020.

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In front of me lies two skies.

Above is a blanket old and worn.

Tiny holes

Allow little specks of light to shine

Through.

A single button

On the blanket

Shines bright,

Stands out.

Kind of sad looking,

Even in all its glory.

Lonely,

Lifeless,

A glorious ghost eye

Of a moon.

And the sky that sits below

Is the same scene,

But

alive.

There is no blanket in this sky.

The specks of light revealed

As paintbrush strokes.

Fluorescent paint

On a canvas of moving

Darkness.

On a canvas of

dancing snakes.

And this glorious ghost eye

Isn’t lost and lifeless,

But woven

With love

Into the canvas

Of snakes

Below,

And

dancing

Under their protection.

I can still see

Its bright soul shining

Through.

I wish I were on this canvas

Where everything

dances

But I wasn’t made to be

A part of it.

If I tried to join,

My

weight

Would be too much

for the snakes

And I would be

pulled in

To their endless weave dance.

If I tried to join,

I would die

Surrounded

by snakes

Filling my lungs.

The snakes are—

they—

in my—

are—

my lungs—

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