Neville

A Sound for Sore Eyes

A Sound for Sore Eyes

 

Here it seems we

Have a single thread

Laid bare for all the

World to see

 

Fragile faded worn

And frayed

Like some discarded

Pair of old blue jeans

 

Yes and yet within a

Whisper and a single shout 

More coveted than golden

Worm casts

 

A word was spoken loud

And became a melody

Falling light upon the

Ears of deaf men sweetly

 

Like a feral choir bursting

From some fragile nimbus  

Mouthing sound to

Sacred long lost hymns

 

Unsynchronized yet

Splendid shy and proud

Twas then the words

I love you could be heard

 

Through walls and

Windows of cathedrals

Recited from the mouths

Of angels smiling

 

Such sounds did play

Upon the mind and

Retinas of a blind mans

True imagining

 

Mid scent of dried

Decayed and drying herbs

There in vague shadows

Senses spun and wheeled

 

Each drifted down in turn

And wrapped him safe

In colours he could feel

And taste and smell and hear

 

For it was time

He bade farewell to

A would be goodly

Sightless melancholy man