my Eyes

The view through my windows is changing.

A bleak and ruinous December is now coming to pass.

The foul stench of death and hopelessness is

subtly being replaced by the surprisingly relieving aroma of


The landscape is bare.

The canvas is blank.

The love is new,






Hardly existing.

But existing.

In spite of

the demons that roam this Earth

jumping from blank minds, black hearts

to weak and misinformed consciences.

It’s a dark night,

but a bright day confidently awaits.

The How.

The When.

Still unanswered.

But apologies for timing and imperfections are violently left behind.

These eyes.

My soul.

Though still hiding, still fearful.

Still, we’re right on time.

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