I’d Say, Close Your Eyes Poem by Nenia Arnaiz Dulom

Happiness from a kiss,
Is best when eyes are close to sense,
To see not the mouth to taste,
Of whomever you smooch and caress,
Or give your exquisite and exclusive lips.

The feeling is more intense,
When eyes are shut to attractive route,
The red and wet lips to infiltrate,
It is perhaps you do not search,
For the look or the image,
Of that somebody in front of your face.

It is the essence you desire to quest,
Which is best relish and perceive,
When your shutters are sealed,
To the sight that you’ve seen,
Long before a kiss even happen.

The sensation that the kiss brings,
That pumps up the passion within,
The aroma and the flavoring
Are things that make up for enjoyment,
Which is unseen.

Why close the eyes when daydreaming,
When you feel to imagine or pretend,
Or fantasize about your whim,
That stimulates your bloodstream
To run wild and accelerates your breathing,
And cause your cheeks to burn.

When you reach the ceiling,
Of your sky and heaven,
You smile at the imaginary scene,
Of whatever is there waiting,
I know it is but a euphoric feeling
A happiness that is unseen.

When the glaring sunrays strikes,
You either blink
Or close your eyes,
It is at this impulse,
That you can see brilliant stars.

Lest it happens I want to wait,
To fall the stars upon my face,
This experience makes me always
Genuinely smile at my fancy,
My elaborate silliness to display.

It never fails to amaze me,
When I realize
I close my lids,
When tears are on its verge
And just about to roll down my face.

But more than that
I’ve learned something,
After the outpouring and the torrent,
The heaviness inside my chest,
Seem to vanish in an instant.

What is left to acknowledge
Or to experience after the grief,
Is nothing but a blissful relief,
A light feeling and sentiment,
A seemingly peaceful environment.

I close my eyes when I say my wish,
As not to be distracted
While I make my list
And think about the things I crave,
Especially the stuff I couldn’t get.

At night, before my eyelids slump,
And willingly succumb to doze,
I would utter my prayer to God,
To give me the things I want,
Including of those I love.

I never forget to add in long footnotes,
Some people my heart includes,
Who need God’s grace the most,
Like the prisoners and the destitute,
The sick, the elders and the disabled.

Surely my slumber is restful and complete,
Once I say my supplication and worship,
My dream would be so sweet,
To extend until the daybreak,
Or continue to hold me in rapture
Even at the height of time at noon.

Truly when I close my eyes,
I could see wonderful things a lot,
Could make impossible happen at once,
Like walk on a streak of light
That’s stretched out to the sky above.

Stroll on rainbow bridge so bright,
From edge to edge of the horizon
Open and wide,
Ride a cloud to heaven so vast,
Up to the milky way and cosmic expanse.

Paint vibrant colors on giant flowers,
Gather butterflies in a magical basket,
Sew vines and leaves and make a dress,
Live on a tree so tall and great,
And talk to fairies and elves as my subjects.

When my eyes are close,
I could be a beautiful princess,
Who is about to kiss,
A handsome and regal prince,
Who‘s awaiting my embrace.

Who would not be thrilled,
When your dream man in reality
Is actually the prince,
Perhaps even after your trance,
You would remain so glad,
To the scene of no sight.

I would end now my script,
I hope you get what I meant,
Why sometimes it’s good to be sightless
To reality and secularism at stake,
Just to cool down your nerves,
And be always in good spirit.

I leave you this point of view
In the unseen is found
True happiness and that is true
Like love, sincerity, peace and charity
To name a few.

Of course kindness and compassion,
Generous understanding and sympathy,
Do not dropp your patience and tolerance
Or respect and concern down the trench,
Be of guard of what you think.

With this my greetings be to you
A warm smile to befriend your heart,
To get your nod to what I believe,
Even if it is short of intelligence,
Or maybe lack of proper citations
But it is me in this poem.