Blind

If love is blind and lovers cannot see
I’m thankful for the gift of
seeing without eyes.

Teardrops from the sun
illuminate earth beneath my feet
bringing light and warmth
to unborn life.

Sustenance for the sleeping.

In this world of chaos
so hard to find order
Yet
I’m thankful to see paradise
in a pair of innocent eyes
and smiles that show there
are still some dreams
to come.

One day
(if someone ever wants to
paint the canvas of my soul)
I hope it is a circle
no beginning and no end
and the center is completely
filled with love.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Shared with Carry on Tuesday #132
Gooseberry Garden Poetry Pot Luck #14

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

17 thoughts on “Blind”

  1. It is the power that overcomes the world; forged of souls, cast of hearts, uniting as one.
    Love is an unending circle of solidity. -Kay Salady

    Your poem is absolutely breathtaking. Thank you.

  2. Perhaps love is selectively blind. Awesome wish at the end. 🙂 Enjoyed this.

  3. “Only with your heart you are able to see properly” said the fox to the little prince (Excerpt from The Little Prince by Antoine de Exupery) … have lived by this mantra for ever and ever. Love you, Bren, my friend. Always, cat.

  4. i absolutely love a new spin on an ancient idea, and a circle is ancient, and i’ve never heard it filled with love. your stuff is somehow, magically, fluffy and rich.

  5. Oh I think this is my favorite, among your most beautiful poems. I LOVE ” I hope…it is a circle….the centre completely filled with love.” Wow. So lovely.

  6. So love is blind? The same can occur from staring at the cat’s little rhyming behind. Did you know that? So keep those eyes innocent and don’t look..haha…another great verse at your nook.

  7. Beautifully expressed. Everyone’s soul is a circle with a central stillness just like the universe itself. As above so below.
    Worldly infatuation is blind. True love belongs to the soul.

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