The “I” of me has many “eyes”,
To search the sky or dive inside,
To see a dream that used to hide,
To draw a scheme, or follow “why?”
Within my heart a magnet tries
To show me how a dream will fly,
It lifts me toward what I can see,
It feeds the light that sings to me.
The “I” inside my heart is free,
Revealing secrets truthfully,
Unless I turn those “eyes” toward dread,
And trap my heart inside my head!
©2013 Lisa Rafel