My Veil

 

I slip behind that frail

and charcoal transparent veil

from the noon of flaming visions,

a world set on fire by sunlight,

burning without consuming,

harsh and brilliant,

mercilessly radiant in relentless rays,

tinting life in black and white solutions

with cut glass crispness.

 

Beneath my shield’s precipice

my eyes gleam the subdued creations,

nestled in their dark mysteries

like prisoners who wait in silence

for a pardon that will never come.

 

Their cries are gobbled by the blur

as I stalk the answers

lying below the luminous whitewash.

 

They are the hibernating behemoths

of those giants

who can flip switches in the mind,

exposing the Goliaths

who guard the secrets of the earth.

 

It’s feeding time and the food

grows within my sight,

spreading it with a glance

revives their lowing song,

rich in the serenade of truth.

 

One second is a tome,

the diary of nature’s confessions,

preserving wisdom that remains to be read,

written in messages that are a graffiti

you can only read

while looking through that thin black veneer.