3/6/93-saved from the sun by the moon

                                                3/6/93
 
         saved from the sun by the moon
 
 
 From a young age I was told
 Never stare at the sun
 That it would burn away my corneas
 That my vision would come undone
 
 Curious we all are at the heat it gives
 As if a truth could be found there
 It emanates life as the shadows shift
 And the danger of solar flare
 
 Now the sun reflects off all I see
 From dawn to twilight's departing hue
 But as I write in this fragile night
 The brightest beam mirrors off of you
 
 When I look into your face
 I feel the burn of warning words
 The pleasant pain of unrequited vision
 The sorrow of reflective sources
 Generating enough light to blind myself
 
 The moon mellows the rays some
 Framed by the branches of a forest tributary
 It's truth the other side of the same coin
 Icy light lowers the visual temp
 Creating snow banks that do not exist
 
 I sit burning cold
 Knowing what I will not accept
 Willing to go blind today
 Just in order to see
 The moon says let go now
 And I don't want to listen
 
 stubborn, I cast my eyes downward
 Hoping my feet are the ground.