I sat whole eternities at the edge of Sanity,
Knees dangling over the Void beneath.
A Bird within urging me to peer beyond.
But something beyond me held me forth.
And thus my seasons melted into another,
Slaving for an unknown penance,
I lay in this womb of earth,
Daylight a stranger for three score years.
These eyes did not seek,hence they were not sad.
And then I found a trinket drip down my roof,
More precious than the fortunes of kings.
In the aphotic vacum of my dungeon cell,
There danced a brave little sunbeam !
The man that fritters daylight in idle hours,
Let him if he will,behold how my eyes,
Bereft of light,caressed the solitary skein.
Kissing,touching this familiar stranger.
But the cavity on the corner of my roof,
That dribbled living molten gold,was gone
But now my eyes know no rest,
For finally they have learnt to wait.
Like a bruised heart that had once known love,
A bereaving mother,who had once cradled a child