Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

God's Cruel Gift


It was God's cruel gift
He gave to me
To look into someone
Through their heart and see

Their eyes are portals
Through which light flees
Be it white or dark
Reveals unto me

The words they say
Or in silence be
Unto my Eye
There is all to see

Sometimes the overload
Thousands of touch
Looking for gold
Not finding much

July 12,2012

Dedicated to the mermaid on the dolphon's back

Submitted: Thursday, July 12, 2012

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  • Shalyn Stachmus (9/6/2012 9:23:00 AM)

    Oh, dear, insightful Scorpio. It's this mystery that you are that allows all this. Is it hard to find that you yourself are one of those (looking for gold) that is few and far between?
    :)
    Wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

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