Sight

A hazy shade of misty hue,
caught my senses red.
Providence had me shut my eyes,
and the vision trickled upon you.


You walked benignly towards me,
my numbness saw you through.
For the first time and the last,
I could sense my fifth gift.


Not it was the one that life-
had depraved me of, as they say.
The wise men and their vision
depraved of light as they bray.


You ran your fingers upon
my temple. Even the lord asleep(inside)
could not resist your company.
And even if it were for a heart-beat,
He set his holy foot in the room.


His kindness brought me you,
your silhoutte and his lust
wants to lock you inside,
The labyrinth where i have
wandered all this long as
he watched my misery
in helpless patience.