The War Poem by Edward Webb

The War-
e.webb

my heart and eyes are at mortal war,
for images my eyes intake by
light,
my heart decides what my mind keeps by night,

i may take
and hold
for a day sitting,
when come nights dreamt worlds in imagined wondering,
my heart at play,
gives back re-written,

jumbles, throws up,
image by eyes sight,
making what seemed as black as night,

sleeping eyes have no say,
when in sleep lids shut to process daylight,
retreating from the battle into the night,
when from, in a subconscious roaming, open up to find the conscious morning,

but like a spider, who weaves at night,
a web has been spun out of eye sight,
to trap what images fly into its light.