Second Sight

Second Sight

by Todd Dias

By the shadows
cast by the flame of my soul,
I see, though I am half-blind,
that I must play my role.

I listen to the voices within.
Nothing is is as it once has been,
but one voice rises above the din
I must strive so my spirit can win.

Spirits guide me
so I may follow my path.
Clear from my eyes
the glare of the past.

Just as the river gives way to the sea.
I grow, as a seed does to a tree,
and nothing in my roots in the earth,
can compare to th sky which offers rebirth

The future is an unending sky,
and I am waiting for the clouds
to dispel from my eyes