Vision sometimes becomes blurry
when darkness moves at the speed of your sight
and the shadows encroach on the peripheral of your vision
and looking for inspiration becomes like being in a tunnel/
At times like these a second pair of eyes relieves the pressure
another dimension to add to my line of sight
At times like these another pair of eyes combats the haze
and the horizon of your perception leads me to brighter streets and metropolis waves/
Like neon lights
in the mall after dark
like wedding rings and violin strings
like a silhouette of light etched upon the night
A muse references the future through the now
A muse makes even the abstract man aware of daylight and sunshine
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
Vision sometimes becomes blurry
when darkness moves at the speed of your sight
and the shadows encroach on the peripheral of your vision
and looking for inspiration becomes like being in a tunnel/
At times like these a second pair of eyes relieves the pressure
another dimension to add to my line of sight
At times like these another pair of eyes combats the haze
and the horizon of your perception leads me to brighter streets and metropolis waves/
Like neon lights
in the mall after dark
like wedding rings and violin strings
like a silhouette of light etched upon the night
A muse references the future through the now
A muse makes even the abstract man aware of daylight and sunshine
Thank you for reading this poem. Especially because this is part of a larger project that I am doing, including Art, and the modeling of a friend of mine. It's so great to be able to share what I am doing right now with so many people. To see the other parts of the project visit kinyopoetry.com/muse