The Best Part of Me

The Best Part of Me
3-28-10

Gregarious green windows to the soul,
Framed with long,
Black stilettos.

Emeralds reflect
The stars and the red glow
Of Mars.
Curious about the universe
And the shining mysteries
Hiding in the farthest reaches
Of outer space—but space is immeasurable:
‘farthest reaches’ do not exist.
Green stars encircle the
Powerful, unforgiving, light-capturing
Black holes.

These beautiful gems
Surrounded by a relentless red
Sea of fire.
Relief cannot be found;
writhing in endless agony.
Eyes of jade sealed shut
With the residue from this horrific,
Chlorinated-water burn.
The searing pain
Of a thousand shards of glass,
Clawing at my eyes.
Closed; open,
The burning is unceasing.
Anxiety builds:
will the windows to the soul
Become murky and dim;
The clarity of sight become a thing of the past?
Cowering in anguish,
As the inferno rages on.

The firestorm decreases
From drug-induced sleep.
As the sun rises over the hills,
Clarity returns.
Scanning pages of a book
Reading black notes on paper.


Clear whirl pools
Spill over black lashes
After an exhausted yawn.
Rivers stream down marble cheeks.
From lack of sleep,
Not sorrow.

Smiling as life strides past
Gregarious green windows to the soul
Framed with long,
Black stilettos.