when your eyelids shut
do you recall white-pink sands
or the rage behind mud-graffitied walls
do you see the bluest skim of lake
or spiralling darkness of missed turns of road signs
but open your eyes
is never spent
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word - EYE. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visit and comments.