Sight and Sound

 

Every color that I see

Is a memory of a kind,

To other days and other vistas

I store now in my mind.

The sun behind my eyelids,

Reds and yellows, flares of light

Stir up endless radiant sights.

I can see the thunder’s flash

Even with my eyes closed tight,

And hear the forest breathe

Creaking, sighing, moaning, moving

Closing in.

Even with my eyes shut tight,

I can see those distant sights.

Rainbow of desert plants

Sprung to life overnight.

I can hear the echoes, lost,

Inside deep canyons walls

And the whimpering wind, so loud

 Stirring, swirling, sand clouds.

Snow capped mountains on the horizon,

Splashing in a Dead Sea, way down.

But when the rising sun, lights up

the green forest outside,

Not even the slightest gap.

I move my eyes from side to side,

Beaten by the green mass,

Searching, hunting for a path

An opening, a trail, a chance.