Veiled my eyes

Behind the thin, turquoise blind

Fighting for dominance, always

Against the blanket of the night,

Ablaze by thousands of holes

Pierced in the flesh

Of the oscillating darkness.

I always felt as though

Beyond the reach of stars and sky

Lay the answers yearned.

I always felt as though

The water cool upon my face,

Would take me from this place

And show me what truly is.

Acres of rich oak, silhouetted sunlight

Through the branches,

Fields burdened by toil

Laden with riches.

I stretch my limbs beneath

The ornate wreath of which

Embodies a kingdom of slaves

Bound by the veil before their eyes.

Brush aside the turquoise blind and see

The infinite beauties before me.

Lutes may play their glorious tune

And flutes may hum their magnificent note,

Though as I stare out upon the fields of toil,

I never may sleep as well I know

Your veil behind the turquoise blind.

A day will pass, soon a year

I will persist in my compassion,

Tireless and true.

I will look out upon

The azure of the sea, reflected of the sunlight

And remember how the oak had spoken

Of infinite promise therefore.

Tell me, murmur in the wind,

Do I hear the whispers of your name?

Does each breath of air remind the world

Of a perpetual grace?

Bless the seed of growth and discovery,

That I may plant within my heart;

That it should grow and prosper,

And shadow my vision in optimism.

As then through my journeys,

Watching the silhouette of the oak tree,

I will remember turquoise blind

Veil of my eyes

And destine my life to remove it.