Mesmerised by blindness, I see it everywhere.
It does not like to be seen and chases me
Torments me and stabs me with silvery blades,
They glint as I bleed

Emerald sorrow for benighted living beings,
Blind to graceful blessings they receive
Amidst the profusion light they would see
If only they dared to open their eyes.

Life, the mighty sun that never fails to rise,
A star so brilliant it lights up deepest darkness,
Warms our spherical abode our bodies swirling
In a space otherwise pitch-black and ice-cold.

A star so powerful it births plants trees and flowers
For us to awe at beauty in myriad colours
Inebriating us with entrancing fragrances
As we feed on multifarious ambrosial flavours.

A star so magnificently conceived to kiss the seas,
Evaporate salty water for it to rain
On fertile soils for crops to grow and thirst
To be gently quenched, substance to our essence.

So the blood I spill, I spill by virtue of a star
That shines its light through cosmic obscurity
Sheds heat through glacial space and never fails
To rise.

In gratitude. May all dare to open their eyes.

[Featured photo: Sun shining through coloured glass, Shiraz, Iran]