Burnt Paper

My eyes are magnifying glasses focusing

the sunlight of my mind on

to the naked page

 

Asleep, their story moves

like moonlight across my eyelids’

screen, pale twisting

 

Shadow of reality but

in day’s dawn they view

once more a world filled anew

 

With images of love and war

flowers and twisted girders

profusion and confusion

 

And like two burning arrows

shot from dawn’s arching bow

they burn twin holes

 

Into the aching page

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© Johnmichael Simon

2012

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