poetry

In memoriam J.B.

Nothing ever dies

And no one is more alive,

Than your severe and ironic rhymes.

In blind man’s darkness

I seek my tunnel reddened by distant lights;

I don’t see the righteous

Neither do I look behind.

What can I do but advance,

Given no light, though gifted a guide.

A guide who took me by hands

And pointed towards something bright

I turned at him- in mine,

Was the reflection of a star

Fallen into a blue eye.

{January 2017}

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