Sonnet Poem by Magdalena Biela

I’s born to never have a perfect sight,
to nothing see while in the light of day,
to feel, and beg and wander like a stray,
until from heaven comes the light of night.
Then, eyes wide open, I light up the stars,
I take some adjectives and light the moons,
the nouns will blossom trees from ancient Runes
and verbs will bring the cranes from their jars.
Gatekeeper of the Night I’s born to be,
to hide the wisdom shining in the dark.
My eyes were blessed with the Seer’s mark
and with the Seer’s blindness plea to see.

For humankind is blind by night, so they,
they beg, and feel and wander like a stray.