In Search of Seeing

It came like a flash 

A candle so bright it blinded me.

At once a sunset grew within my eyes

So beautiful and free.

Knowing it would burn out

I greedily stared into its flames.

Until my sight became clouded 

By the dancing red dames.

In darkness I felt a warmth 

More vivid than any sight 

True beauty is not seen 

But feeling gives true light

Impossible colors appeared 

Among the newly formed shadows 

Painting a scenery 

More beautiful than golden meadows 

Joy fills my heart now and forever

as tears ran down like flowing cascades

It left in a flash 

A candle that now fades

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

I enjoyed reading this (almost a sine qua non for a true poem)--only wish it were longer. The opening and closing couplets complement each other perfectly.