Sun Blind

I remember green of grass and foam of the sea,
White and black feathered seagulls badgering hungrily.
Waves of water bathing my feet in an emerald green,
Course massage of yellow sand giving way beneath me.

I remember the hues of red, thorny roses in bloom,
Wilted teal stalks, creamy leaves of the Iris perfumes.
Distressed and rustic balance in a bench of cedar wood,
Artistry created from a towering tree that once stood.

I remember the dark silkiness of a maiden’s hair,
Speckled rainbows colored her faraway stare.
Crystal separation of light from the hearts prism,
Distinct individuality emerging out of amorphism.

I remember cotton clouds floating in blue upon high,
Pinpoints of light traveling black abyss of night sky.
Purple morning horizon beginning each new day,
Orange evenings setting westward over the bay.

I remember infinite details through minds eye imagery,
Through these faded blue dead orbs all this I can see.
No regrets from those golden impulses, over before having begun,
For I am one of few who have survived, staring into the eyes of the sun.

T A H