Clouded vision as means to clarity.
Eyes swollen and sprinkled with dawn.
Innumerable attempts of happiness’s ease.
Suffering happiness in dusk’s golden eyes.
Good in the name of boredom, a restless waiting.

Honesty in the naked eyes, unwillingness to veil themselves.
No blinded measures.
No restrain.

Unfolding, pathways of little insignificant struggles, the human daily wars.
Unfolding providence.


~ by Aquatic Poetry on May 31, 2010.

One Response to “Providence”

  1. Beautiful words and images too, those daily wars we face, yet interspersed with beauty, beauty of life. Wonderful poem.

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