We Die With Our Eyes Open
“When you pay your nickel,
you stay on the carousel
until the ride is over.”
As the world perpetually
turns
so does the carousel of life,
rife with joy to strife, but
how
much do we really see, though
our eyes are closed when we
sleep,
how much do we learn and keep
when our lids are raised like
shades, are our windows clean
or murky with tinted haze?
We are a kaleidoscope
turning,
yearning for everything good
with only pretty colors
understood.
We dream with our eyes closed
but we die with our eyes
open.
I wonder if our hearts are
cameras
taking pictures for our souls
recorded for the album of
eternity?
Gerald Heyder is a published poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Gerald Heyder is a published poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
especially love the last line of this very thoughtful write
ReplyDeleteDear Jack,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely words on Gerald's poem. Gerald, I appreciate your continued support and encouragement. Your poetry is always a pleasure to publish, my friend. May you continued to find success in your writing journey.
Blessings,
Karen