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My Eyes

by Steven Craig




My eyes,
are an extension of my mind,
they have shoved their way out
past thick bone
to have a good look
at the world around me.

They have seen many places,
many things come,
many things go,
and some that have remained the same.

They search the sky
for the flying robin
and the ground from the hiding moles.

Each day,
they look again
at what they have wanted,
the freedom to be
who I am with them

Each moment alive
is another moment
spent looking at the world,
the place where I am,
the place where I will be,
and my eyes will see me there,
in that moment,
when I reach the point
that the eyes once thought
was the end of the world.

My eyes know,
that there are dragons there,
beyond the edge of the map,
past the rim of my knowledge,
and they will see it,
that place,
that breath in the frosty air,
when I allow them finally to rest
having come to the end of their weary path.



01/12/2008

Posted on 01/13/2008
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 01/13/08 at 12:28 PM

"My eyes know,
that there are dragons there,
beyond the edge of the map,
past the rim of my knowledge,

Is like watching the wings of inspiration preparing to take flight.

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