Eye lids blinking

 
The night empties into the animation of eyelids blinking
Into to silence of dreamers dreaming.
And those whose eyes are closed watch the awaken world
But sleep was not meant for the living but for the grieving
Weeping hearts keep vigil of eyelids blinking
While inanimate objects loath the night
Pirouettes of feet step on the threads of light
As the ballerinas whirl on their toes.
The night empties into the stage of blinking eyes
Streaming minds flutter into the questions of life
No air means we cannot breathe
Too much air means we are forced to leave.  
The night empties in to the beams of sun light
And the eye lids metaphor into doors to many words.
By Carlos Gomez/Water 6-26-16