Wednesday, December 17, 2014

MY EYES WERE BLIND

MY EYES WERE BLIND

My eyes were blind 'til I beheld you,
In the midst of the jungle of my days.

My ears were deaf to the music of heaven,
'Til your melodies held me in their sway.

You are my hip-hop and my soul,
My country and my rock and roll,

My lakefront home, my mountain view,
My eyes were blind 'til I found you.

My lips were lifeless 'til we met,
Chapped and parched and desolate.

No drink to quench a lasting thirst,
I closed my mind and feared the worst.

My hands were empty as the glaze,
That had settled on my empty days.

The days you raised up from the dead,
With kisses laid upon my head.

My feet were scarred from the marks of the road,
That I traveled barefoot and alone,

'Til you washed them in your river fine,
Anointing them with your finest wine.

My sense of smell had disappeared,
Until I turned and found you near,
And caught a whiff of your cologne,
The scent of you, it felt like home.

My eyes were blind 'til I beheld you.
In the midst of the jungle of my days,
When you stood before me in your glory,
And sent your smile to light my way.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 

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