My Eyes

The image of fleeting mortality.

Me Eyes

I took a trip down to the sea

And there I found what stared at me,

The form of Pandora, a curious wretch,

Whose pithos sealed our mortal flesh.

And there, Poseidon, his furious waves,

And Odysseus’s raft, its fateful grave.

The more I thought the more I saw,

The river Styx and Cerberus paw.

And Zeus and Hera, their sky and thunder,

Then Cronus and Rhea, their Titan’s plunder.

And in the sun came sights that soared

 

About the sky and on the shore,

The Garden of Eden, the form of Eve,

Whose snake and apple did deceive.

And there was Moses, the parted Red Sea,

The Egyptians drowning, the Slaves were free.

The more I squinted I could not bear,

To see old Satan, his fiery glare.

And there was Jesus, his angels in heaven,

And God and Ghost rejecting the heathen.

 

The two combined into a wind,

That spun my grasp, my life unpinned,

My spirit flew escaping my corpse,

My sins and salvation, together had warped.

But my eyes, again, had seen from afar,

The life we lived, that sad memoir.

And in the end the past was near,

The harangue, the mess, the death and fear,

And drawn together in the distance it blew,

And life had ended, my eyes, they knew.