Mark cloutier

Through the eye of light

I am a rock n roll poet






Through the eye of light
Colors rise and fly
They ascend in the mind
And enter the heart
And come down profound
They twist and turn
Through winding minds
That supercede the darkness
And pass through the valley
Of death and flesh
And are resurrected in spirit
As they begin in the end
Of that which is endless
And without beginnings
As the creation comforts
Its creatures as they feed
On colors that rise and fly
Through the eye of light
And as the light subsides
The darkness fills the sky
And it is called night
Then the light begins again
Born as another day

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