The taste of sight

 

 

Saddled on blindfolded search

Reins in my hand and spur on foot

I gallop into unending tracks

The nascent redness now culminates

Into the darkening twilight of time

The clouds turn into slivery grey

There are wrinkles on the sea

The nest hauls the flap back

Into His ever open arms

Even when the flap departed

His palms bade an open bye

With a smile on face

I dared not look in His eye

For I already knew

But my search took me

Afar and away into deeper woods

In search of livelihood

The tents of life remained behind

Like a ship that has reached a road

While the shore behind wonders .

There is no respite to sight

For one dream leads to another

Keeps us awake all the time

The horse is jaded at times

My palms slither on the Reins

For my arms are smeared all over

It is my blood that oozes out

The spur is visible now

In the race I have carried my horse

Bridled by blindfolded rush

The search will never end

For the taste of His tear

Is not in the sight

But when I take a sip .

 

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