(saturday, march 12, 2011)
driving through the darkness tonight
i put myself on autopilot
and dove into pools of lamplight
thinking of you and your
beautiful minds
the more i listen to you
the more i think God
must’ve removed the ceiling
from your skull of thought
and let the stars pour through
or given you more than
three dimensions in which to live
and so alive are you it’s frightening
with the fierceness of genius
and the pain of beauty
your thoughts paint the world
in ancient sacred hues
and you’ll sing till your fingers bleed
and cry till you dance, laughing
from the reality i am blind to.
i can see the words written
all over your face.
i can hear it shouting
in the things you never say.
sometimes — oh, sometimes!
i feel it for a golden moment
a glitter of the Greater in the
back of my mind
but then it goes again,
and again i shuffle around
in the grey dawn of twilight
where people are safe and tired
oh, what eyes have you got on
to see the way you do?
perhaps your sight is found
in what cannot be seen
and that is why i am blind.
i think you have less of a curse
than you could ever realize
because the rest of us cannot
think as you do if we try
and thereby miss all the majesty
you soak into your bones.
this is why my heart breaks
at just a tiny taste
but one day we’ll all have
beautiful minds
Like this.:)