Saturday, December 12, 2015

We Die With Our Eyes Open--By Gerald Heyder--United States

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.


  1. especially love the last line of this very thoughtful write

  2. Dear Jack,

    Thank 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.