With eyes close my vision becomes clear,
deeper understanding of my reality
and acceptance of my mortality
as the end of my journey gets near,
but not letting go of newly found pleasure
bind to life a little longer is what I treasure.
Not a fool but a dreamer I have become
refusing to let go of the only thing that is real
as heavens fool’s gold and hell I have no fear
when everything I love will be done,
facing up to my mortality only when I’m ready,
but not yet, as living my life becomes steady.
With eyes close I can see more than ever,
transient lives deeply brushing my senses
and unwillingness to let go of defenses,
once we go, don’t we go forever?
Too many things cause me such dismay
when eyes closed reality entices me to stay.
PIC- Marlene Dumas The Blindfolded Man, 2007
Oil on canvas