Do Not Be Blinded By My Wings Poem by Elmer Sayre

You are blinded by my wings
Wings fleetingly showing stars.
Incredible as it may seem but it is not mine, nor yours,
Depend in yourself.

There is nothing here, not even shadows,
Cascading waters daydreaming, clearing our heads.
Do not fret, life is too short
Is there an eternity? Unguarded flowers in the hill?

You said “love is all” but it is not,
Love is in yourself and your lonesome struggles.
Nobody can own it, nights are endless,
Magical shivers in the sand.

The cool mornings, where passions bloom,
Eventually comes back, suffocating and destroying.
Cascading waters daydreaming, clearing your head,
Giving you the pearls you dreamed of.

Do not fret my love, life is too short.