Tunnel Vision
In the Cosmic blackness
teeming with fireflies,
I gaze through this concept man calls Time,
into your effervescent eyes.
My soul sees through you,
my heart laid bare;
asking of you nothing more
than the return of my stare.
Out here no sound would dare corrupt
the crispness you your laughter,
but the Silence of Promise
of Love ever after.
But bereft of your presence,
denied of your light;
what good are the stars
in the blackness of night?
© Karen Godson