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Seeing With Closed Eyes by Lelia Thomas

When Time had stolen this face,
When all fog was grey against the heart’s mast,
There was no seeing the truth
Above the crumbled stones of past.

When currents crashed upon the crags,
All fires ashore did die in haste—
Embers fading to cold and distant ash.
In poetic words, my soul became the waste.

When mountains rose to kiss the sky,
And cypress grew round me,
Passion was lost to shadows
Within moon-pulled tides of the sea.

When the sun crawled upward in the morn,
I saw eastward, you standing there.
So small against the mountains,
You fixed me with a firm stare.

When pleas came to these lips,
You bound my mouth to silent rest
And closed my eyes to sight,
Saying, “Not with eyes is truth seen abreast.”

When Time had stolen this face,
When all fog was grey against the heart’s mast,
There was no seeing the truth
Above the crumbled stones of past
Without first closing my eyes.

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Written in 2004. Sometimes we must close our eyes to see the truth that is right in front of us. Not all answers are found in logic, as much as we might sometimes wish for them to be.