-- Blindness of a Snowy Night--

By John Herlihy

In the blindness of the night I grope my way,

With very little hope and very little to say.

In the blindness of the dark I soon find my way,

A mystery revealed never seen during the day.

I wander blind in the blindness of the night;

The blinding snow makes for a glorious sight

I cannot see with my eyes awash in the light;

Light and dark take turns, neither feels right.

The dim light of an oil lamp shines, still burning;

The dim light in my heart glows, still yearning.

I could see nothing, but my ears still listening;

Pigeons cooing on a phone line still reflecting.

The blindness of a snowy night harbors a vision;

Reflected in the depths of soul with its mission.

Depths of night illuminated by shimmering snow;

Light to guide the blind to what it comes to know.

Once nameless, faceless roaming the dark of night;

The blindness of the night gives focus to my sight.

The eye of the dark creates blind visions to behold;

The eye of the soul makes way such visions to hold.

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(c) John Herlihy 14 April 2019