Unshielded Eyes - March 11, 2011

Misha Borisoff

Unshielded Eyes

The first small opening let in love's breath in bountiful measure

Brought a black and white beginning all at one time

A sweet current came through following sands of long ago

Where you sold your soul to the music of tomorrow

In whispers of nickels and dimes

Here upon your feelings you now write words from crystal skies

While you wait to catch the wind on your brow

So why are your eyes closed as if they will be a shield

To always, protect you from what is inevitably

What you have to feel now

Will your words grace your existence in your poetic dreams

Or perhaps reconnect you to love's breath

When the last voice you hear gives up tenderness

That cannot be forgotten as it rises and falls

Within your heart nonetheless

What is love, perhaps a constant fire with a burn that magnifies

Or a place one goes never returning the same

Where you learned the words to a song you never knew

Could break your heart in an instant

If your theme it became

Black and white may be the beginning, shades of gray seep in

Nothing is immovable here in love's paradise

You can breathe in love's breath in bountiful measures

Yet know, you must feel each breath

With unshielded eyes

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011